Blood On My Hands
Had to learn how to wash the blood off my hands
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
Gun shots added to the ambience (uh)
N***** start beef but can't handle it
I'm just stackin' money like I'm makin' paper sandwiches (uh)
Try to take a bite have 'em vanishin'
Put the fire to his lips like a can-cer-stick
Sights on the Glock like a cam-era-lens
Watch the blood splatter no cam-era-tricks
Learned how to clean the blood off the handle grip
I know how to load the clips, no fingerprints
N***** wanna live this life but ain't made for it (uh)
Call they self a boss but ain't paid for it (uh)
Snitches allegations never red-hand-ed
Had to learn how to wash the blood off my hands
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
50 clip hit like an instrument (uh)
N***** start beef but can't finish it
They say im a villain but its more like vigilant
Stop thinkin' that the victim always innocent
I keep my hand on my pole (stripper)
Glock won't jam on me, no (hit ya)
You shoulda left me alone
I just can't let it go (revenger)
Better call damage control (fix ya)
Blood on my hands and its cold
Cold blooded killer I ain't playin' with ya
Blood on my hands I'll paint a picture
12 usin' CI's to confirm the suspects
They deserve the bloodshed
Had to learn how to wash the blood off my hands
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
(Oops, now there's blood on my hands again)
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
Gun shots added to the ambience (uh)
N***** start beef but can't handle it
I'm just stackin' money like I'm makin' paper sandwiches (uh)
Try to take a bite have 'em vanishin'
Put the fire to his lips like a can-cer-stick
Sights on the Glock like a cam-era-lens
Watch the blood splatter no cam-era-tricks
Learned how to clean the blood off the handle grip
I know how to load the clips, no fingerprints
N***** wanna live this life but ain't made for it (uh)
Call they self a boss but ain't paid for it (uh)
Snitches allegations never red-hand-ed
Had to learn how to wash the blood off my hands
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
50 clip hit like an instrument (uh)
N***** start beef but can't finish it
They say im a villain but its more like vigilant
Stop thinkin' that the victim always innocent
I keep my hand on my pole (stripper)
Glock won't jam on me, no (hit ya)
You shoulda left me alone
I just can't let it go (revenger)
Better call damage control (fix ya)
Blood on my hands and its cold
Cold blooded killer I ain't playin' with ya
Blood on my hands I'll paint a picture
12 usin' CI's to confirm the suspects
They deserve the bloodshed
Had to learn how to wash the blood off my hands
Whoop! There's the sound of an ambulance
They keep tryin' me, I don't understand
'Cause when I pop out they start panickin'
Leave a fake n**** stiff like a mannequin (uh)
I'm tryna chill, I wasn't even plannin' it (uh)
They wanna keep forcin' my hand
Oops, now there's blood on my hands again
(Oops, now there's blood on my hands again)
Credits
Writer(s): Jairam Reid
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