BLOOD ON MY HANDS, Pt. 2
Ben410 & Undefxned
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F*ck that bitch I could never trust that bitch These niggas fake They stealing shit Niggas soft like Daphodiles I went and ice my necklace (Ice) Play wit me, we sparking them Got blood all on my finger tips Dae be totin' F&N's I call him up gon handle dem (Yu) Racks they big but pockets slim I hit that bitch Bust on her chin Cant een' show no love again Got blood all on my finger tips Diamonds in my chain and shit I swear to God I'm heaven sent Dae be totin' F&N's I call him up gon handle dem (Yu) I got dee racks in my jeans I need a hunned on me (Yu) I keep a hunned on me (Yu) Dee nigga snitching I know cuh dey bitches Dey really gon talk to police (Yu) Shordy wan take it and leave Play and a nigga deceased Bitch we came to beat Need hunneds' please Got rich from killing beats I might paint her face like Maybelline While counting cheddar cheese Bitch I'm real as f*ck I never cap I'm only being me Drop a EP That shit 17 First week did 17 (Hol up) Bitch I'm from down below Sticks like G.I Joe Ice from my head to my toe Gucci from head to the toe (Yu) Diamond dey making it snow (Yu) Can't show no love to no hoe (Yu) Snake inna grass, Mow Izzy gon' shoot out da window F*ck that bitch I could never trust that bitch These niggas fake They stealing shit Niggas soft like Daphodiles I went and ice my necklace Play wit me, we sparking them Got blood all on my finger tips Dae be totin' F&N's I call him up gon handle dem (Yu) Racks they big but pockets slim I hit that bitch Bust on her chin Cant een' show no love again Got blood all on my finger tips Diamonds in my chain and shit I swear to God I'm heaven sent Dae be totin' F&N's I call him up gon handle dem We got .30's f*ck around and you go missing in this bitch I take shots, I drown the pain then call my niggas with extents Nigga call me frito lay the way I'm stacking all these chips I can't tell these niggas stories they don't know the life I live I don't really do the internet beef nigga I'll run up All of these niggas they fake in they song, my shit hot like the sauna Choppa not cool know its hot like the summer Couple my niggas they trap till the sun up I got the drip and the drown like I'm Gunna, lil nigga coming nigga finna come up All of my niggas they run it, all of your music is old My shit all over the country My niggas whipping your nose, whenever you try to come up All of my diamonds they cold (Ice) They not gon' melt when the sun up All on my wrist it go pitter patter when it's dripping I spent a hunned fifty on the fitted Diamond I gotta have it with the gucci jacket, know my niggas slimy like a lizard My niggas getting busy, know they wit it Bitch I'm from Baltimore that city living And we got big macs, big packs, f*ck around with big stacks when we in it
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