Blood On My Hands Lyrics

I was like 16 got me a blick and I start blickin' niggas

Shit den got serious shit den got Sticky Now I'm on my pivot

I'm tired of niggas faking hats like They be killin' but they ain't shot a Nigga

Never Shot a Soul these niggas be Faking and cappin' they never even Took a soul

I was out wit Lo we was spinnin and Tryna catch hats and tryna go get us Some packs

I was tired of sitting on my ass and Tryna just rap so had to go get to a Bag

I was tired of trapping so I went to go Get me a stick and then I start taking Shit

Yo homie had died onna hit and You Niggas was faking Yall niggas Ain't Never up blick

And you say that you got me but Niggas be faking so much Ion know If you shootin ya blick

I shoot till the click I really just Wanna Catch one but the nigga got Hit wit His mans

We Hop out and blick and I'm da one Sending the fire I'm never the one Taking B's

I stay in the stu but don't you get This Shit confused I still a go hop out and Squeeze

Foe nem got him a B He shot his lil dumbass on cam he caught his lil' ass Inna G

And I'm tired of y'all niggas y'all Never really shot y'all blick so y'all Can never speak on shit

A nigga got shot in his chest he was Screaming out Ahhhh but we already Know that he hit

I shoot off the rip and I won't get Back innis V until I go shoot till it Click

It's Curry In dis But I won't get Back To dis whip until I got blood on My Hands

Steady screamin fuck rap cause I ain't Even blowing up yet and niggas Still Actin like fans

No you can't come around Boy you Wa'nt here so you is not my Man's

I think about killings I really just get In my feelings I think that I wanna Go Bend ?

Don't really say much but if I was to Speak up I'd probably be in jail or Dead

And Yeah you can blow dat pipe but That don't mean shit cause nowadays Killas be snitchin

But how you gon' catch you a vic and Then gon' start yappin' like you ain't Just kill you a nigga ?

These niggas be pooties I told bra ta Bring out the drac but he want the Uzi instead

I'm sober as fuck and wan tap me a Head I'm usually zooted but don't Need no meds

He died on the scene nd couldn't Even Meet the meds but that's what You get for that dissing lil' nigga

These niggas be faking they really Not killing these niggas be lying Cause I'm da one spent it

We hopped out with two blicks and Chase Em niggas was running but Bullets den face em

He know he fucked up now he Screaming he quit but that lil' shit Over got blicked to his head

I feel like a junkie I'm missing my meds I know I ain't shit probably Better off dead

They say they wan kill me but niggas Ain't never shot shit they just wanna Take em a pic

That nigga on live he showin that he On My block I came and nobody was There

You a shoot in the air but Ima shoot You In yo face the bullets gon' make you look weird

I'm really a tweaker while you was Just faking bout spinning I really A Turn on demon

I hopped out squeezing all he heard Was fah fah fah now his ass bleeding

Got hit with a nick his dumb ass Died a bitch but they gon' fake like He was scoring

And The opps aint catching no vics Or blowing no pipes so this beef Shit Really got boring

They faking on insta but they know if We get a low I'ma be the first nigga That's scoring