BLOODSTAINEDFIT! ft. Kemkooley Lyrics

Bitch what's poppin'!

I got it in my pocket

Finna take me to the moon

I'm blasting off like I'm team rocket

My trigger finger heavy more rings than a fuckin' hobbit

I bet ya girl a demon

Call her Osborn way she goblin on my noggin

Pick ya head up

Bitch I'm only getting better

Got niggas on my dick

When they need to get they bread up

Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter

Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up

In my blood stained fit

Bet I fuck the stage bitch

On my rockstar shit

We bouta fucking rage bitch

This the hell in the cell

Don't pull the fucking cage bitch

Get tf up out my way before I fuck ya face bitch

Bitch I got time today

Rolling up hoe I got rhymes for days

Smacking a bitch with my dick

Licking all on the tip we gon have to slide okay?

I'm only here for the vibes

Meet me outside

I'm only a block away

The diabolical drip is severe

I'm out here

Making atomic waves

(What did he say?)

Just kidding

No he isn't

Golden boy with the mind of a villain

Playing catch up nigga I'm just chillin

You tryna make rent? Well I'm tryna make a million

Kicking dope shit to my fans drug dealing

I make the shit that niggas be feeling

One day finna blow up like krillin

Young God Blow that boy so thrilling

But y'all wack

Keeping my bands intact

Im a big body take my shit to the hole, y'all niggas afraid to shoot back

Who that

He that nigga

True that

Ménage a trois

Thats two cats

They open wide like zubat

Pick ya head up

Bitch I'm only getting better

Got niggas on my dick

When they need to get they bread up

Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter

Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up

In my blood stained fit

Bet I fuck the stage bitch

On my rockstar shit

We bouta fucking rage bitch

This the hell in the cell

Don't pull the fucking cage bitch

Get tf up out my way before I fuck ya face bitch

Whoaa

Bitch it's Kemkooley & Blow

We fuck up the show

You already know

I get high I'm blazin'

Smoke more than Jamaicans

My shooter a Haitian

And he patiently waiting

I swear I'm way too focused

Kemkooley not folding

Young God Blow keeps going

Find balance it's golden

Heard ya money short like Morty

Got it on me like Rick

45 not a 40

40 rounds in my blick

So much money I'm horny

Spending money my bitch

Six rounds in my shotty

That's a real pump kick

Pick ya head up

Bitch I'm only getting better

Got niggas on my dick

When they need to get they bread up

Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter

Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up

In my blood stained fit

Bet I fuck the stage bitch

On my rockstar shit

We bouta fucking rage bitch

This the hell in the cell

Don't pull the fucking cage bitch

Get tf up out my way before I fuck ya face bitch