Blood On the Leaves (feat. Babaranks) [Remix]
Ain't no subliminal no getting physical
Bro keep a tech if you tryna come foul
I do em dirty like dishes
Down with the fishes your body be found
I was in the school getting Os off
You was in class you was acting a clown
Hate when I'm high cuz I doze off
They know that baba the talk of the town
Really this shit is too easy
Sum of my niggas they sleazy
I hit the plug for the peezy
I beat her back in I'm breaking her pussy to pieces
Watch how you step
I put sum holes in ya feet like it's yeezys
Kill it, it's Blood on the leaves
I'm bouta fuck then I leave
I just might Nut on her sheets
You see I'm hungry as hell
I ain't have nothing to eat
We had the pack watch me add it up
& we know they wack so they mad at us
All they niggas be capping
Will smith they be acting
They blowing my shit bro I had enough
Stacking it, too on point this be accurate
I'm talking facts
In the kitchen he pulled out the Mac 10
I ain't never see nothing like that
Need a shotty, hit Kick, like karate
Shittin' like I potty
Dominican bitches call a nigga doddy
Whip ina mazzi
Watch me change up the kit looking godly
Off the henny, the perc finna kick like a cage fight
Bet watch yo girl she gone let me fuck if we play fight
Bro got that toy he don't play nice
Roll a joint play the point feel like Derek Fish
I let bro hold that for me I know he don't miss
I hit yo BM she easy she on the list
Talkin' bout shit that you never gon do if you run up you might get ejected
Move in my city I feel like the president you thinking a nigga elected
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Ya niggas bang for protection
But I'm tune with them niggas the scammers the trappers n all
If she gon leave then leave nigga fuck it we ball
I got a need for speed finna turn up n buy out the mall
If u talk crazy my fist gon b right on yo jaw
Me n my bro when we hop in the booth we like Kobe gasol
I love to rush in that field
Feel like Vick cuz my bitch steady call me a dog
Do it look like I'm playing
My foot on they neck
Ain't looking away any more
They mistook it, i ball devin book it
I get it & cook it, get served on a plate
I'm straight, they crooked
I bake. I know that I jus be doing it
Fluid wit it, gotta watch for the snakes
See I'm moving wit it, gotta do what it takes
Fl
Ew in wit it, now I cruise to the plate
Bro keep a tech if you tryna come foul
I do em dirty like dishes
Down with the fishes your body be found
I was in the school getting Os off
You was in class you was acting a clown
Hate when I'm high cuz I doze off
They know that baba the talk of the town
Really this shit is too easy
Sum of my niggas they sleazy
I hit the plug for the peezy
I beat her back in I'm breaking her pussy to pieces
Watch how you step
I put sum holes in ya feet like it's yeezys
Kill it, it's Blood on the leaves
I'm bouta fuck then I leave
I just might Nut on her sheets
You see I'm hungry as hell
I ain't have nothing to eat
We had the pack watch me add it up
& we know they wack so they mad at us
All they niggas be capping
Will smith they be acting
They blowing my shit bro I had enough
Stacking it, too on point this be accurate
I'm talking facts
In the kitchen he pulled out the Mac 10
I ain't never see nothing like that
Need a shotty, hit Kick, like karate
Shittin' like I potty
Dominican bitches call a nigga doddy
Whip ina mazzi
Watch me change up the kit looking godly
Off the henny, the perc finna kick like a cage fight
Bet watch yo girl she gone let me fuck if we play fight
Bro got that toy he don't play nice
Roll a joint play the point feel like Derek Fish
I let bro hold that for me I know he don't miss
I hit yo BM she easy she on the list
Talkin' bout shit that you never gon do if you run up you might get ejected
Move in my city I feel like the president you thinking a nigga elected
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Ya niggas bang for protection
But I'm tune with them niggas the scammers the trappers n all
If she gon leave then leave nigga fuck it we ball
I got a need for speed finna turn up n buy out the mall
If u talk crazy my fist gon b right on yo jaw
Me n my bro when we hop in the booth we like Kobe gasol
I love to rush in that field
Feel like Vick cuz my bitch steady call me a dog
Do it look like I'm playing
My foot on they neck
Ain't looking away any more
They mistook it, i ball devin book it
I get it & cook it, get served on a plate
I'm straight, they crooked
I bake. I know that I jus be doing it
Fluid wit it, gotta watch for the snakes
See I'm moving wit it, gotta do what it takes
Fl
Ew in wit it, now I cruise to the plate
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Writer(s): Babatunde Ogunnaike
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