Blood On The Leaves ft. A1Nas Lyrics

This shit hot? no like for real

Yes, this shit is hot

Oh my god, is that A1?

A1 nigga

Uh, look

I know them niggas really want me dead

That's how it's supposed to be

Niggas don't be rappin' they be talkin, that shit poetry

I tried to walk away, but ain't no hoe in me

Time to hang 'em up on the wall just like a poster be

I don't get it, y'all claim y'all really with it

Why y'all throw rocks with y'all hands and try to hide, just say I did it

It hit different nigga listen stop the cappin' in your disses

Claimin' that they slidin, but they always failin' missions

Now he a victim, uh, we got a victory

It's time to double back, I can't let these niggas play with me

I love the racks, I gotta tax

You gotta pay a fee

This nigga only had a band

But I'm chargin' niggas three

No nigga gettin' out of line

Cause they know we got the B's

Bitch I'm really from the jungle

My niggas hoppin' out the V's

You can't run, you can't hide

Bitch we choppin' down the trees

Then we stand over top

Now it's blood on the leaves

(Now it's blood on the leaves)

(Now it's blood on the fuckin' leaves)

(You can't run you can't hide, bitch we choppin' down the trees)

(Then we stand over top, now it's blood on the leaves)

I could show you how to whip a pot

Fuckin' up your wrist, but you gotta whip a dirty snot

Watch how it jump

Nigga try to send a bitch, but I ain't never been the one

To really think with my dick

This nigga really think I'm dumb

But if you run up you gon' die tonight

Shit sound like dynamite

Stand over top, make em twitch

Send em to the light

You ain't got no bragging rights

Pussy you the actor type

Ask about that nigga that got sent to the afterlife

Take what? from who?

That's a crazy thought

Niggas out here praising 'bout the niggas that be gettin' caught

Surroundin' by them yes men

All them pussy niggas bought

But it's gon' come to the light

What happens in the dark

Niggas always runnin

Be the only time they runnin' shit

He cappin' for the net

We catch his ass, then we drummin' shit like Andre

Claimin' he a gorilla, we gon' hit 'em up Harambe

I had to switch it up, I used to stay with K's like Kanye

I'm fuckin' with that switchy now

Brodie hit a 30, double up we hittin' 60's now

That shotty ridin' shotgun

We do him just like Ricky now

Damn

Now it's blood up on the leaves

They gon' know that we some steppers, when we pull up like a sleeve

No TLC, this .223 a show these niggas why I creep

Under that mistletoe, this .45 a kiss a bitch to sleep

If we catch that nigga lackin, then we at him just like Eve

(Then we at him just like Eve)

(We at that nigga just like Eve nigga)

(Catch that nigga lackin, if we catch that nigga lacking)

(Then we at him just like Eve)