Bloody Hands

作曲 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner

作词 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner

Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda shit

Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody

Pressa

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

Red heels, red sneaks

This the life of every hood nigga dream

There's nights that I couldn't went to sleep

But Pressa got a story of a life you won't believe

We going out, with a bang

Gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang

Before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag

Pressa picked up every time that phone rang

Niggas bitching up you well know what you signed up for

And I'm on my block pitching shit like a pitchfork

Niggas want smoke then we turn a nigga Newport

Niggas ain't built from the cloth where we been torn

Riding in my city and you know I got my top down

Bitch I love my nina but I love how my fifth sounds

Go buck wild got a glizzy it's a trey pound

When no one around suh, everyting ah fi get licked down

I just sold him whip down

Go and learn your wrist now

If you hustle make it count nuh

I think I need my money count

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

Bloody bloody, bloody money

You don't even know what these niggas do for money

Niggas getting money all of sudden all a suddy

50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy

Price tags, what your amount?

Shoot a nigga dead on his block and then we out

I came from trench wars and homies falling out

You worried about the shoes better worry about your belt

Bloody feet when I'm walking out a hoe

You got the right to kill just don't do in the house

They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell

Now every move we make yeah we better make it count

1 2 3 4, and she loves the way I rap about her Dior's

I got plugs over seas call me senior

And I swear I'm so sick I need a kill core

I'm so for if he want war then give him what he feel for

Trigger finger so sore

Let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards

I'm all about my money like my TuneCore

They want figure out me like they Filmore

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

Bloody hands, bloody feet

Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet

Loubitins looking like it's meant for me

I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief