Bloodshot (feat. Wavy Jone$)
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Back up in the motherfucking cut
Young Ghoste OT, with them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of shit, but you're sucking my dick, low-key
Straight bumping my tape 'til you sleep
All I really do is meditate 'til I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit 'bout shit
Been alone since 17
Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting
They cuppin' they nuts, big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse, I put it on my stone in a cemetery
Whether you bury me or scatter my ashes, you a punk, bitch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
Pussy boy don't want beef
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't 'bout shit
But that pussy boy always gon' ask you for more
Pussy boy, pussy boy, don't know me?
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know Ghoste, oh
I'm scheming your hoe, I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that bitch, well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some, come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump, then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun, my mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come, I inspire it my use
Sick and tired of the truth, left my soul separated, required a proof
Reincarnate the curse, I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust (bitch)
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices-
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Back up in the motherfucking cut
Young Ghoste OT, with them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of shit, but you're sucking my dick, low-key
Straight bumping my tape 'til you sleep
All I really do is meditate 'til I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit 'bout shit
Been alone since 17
Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting
They cuppin' they nuts, big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse, I put it on my stone in a cemetery
Whether you bury me or scatter my ashes, you a punk, bitch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
Pussy boy don't want beef
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't 'bout shit
But that pussy boy always gon' ask you for more
Pussy boy, pussy boy, don't know me?
Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know Ghoste, oh
I'm scheming your hoe, I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that bitch, well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some, come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump, then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun, my mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come, I inspire it my use
Sick and tired of the truth, left my soul separated, required a proof
Reincarnate the curse, I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust (bitch)
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my fucking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices-
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Whitney
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