Said I got a lot of blood on my jeans
(And Balenciagas on my feet)
Tell me why they always comin' for me
(Telling me the the things I can't see)
I told my shawty that i'd rather die before I see her cry and I can put that on me
And I got a lot of blood on my jeans
(And Balenciagas on my feet)
Yeah
I know it hurt em' for to see that i'm on
I know they waiting for the day that i'm gone
I guess they thinkin' i'm complacent at home
I guess they thinkin' i'm complacent at home
But I am not goin' nowhere
Ima be runnin' the charts in a year
Putting up numbers like Migos oh yeah
Stackin' my chips like it's Frito oh yeah
Reachin' way back ima grab like Odell
Stealin' my flow it is not up sell
I got Cholo's they loco and sip on Modelo
Take my shawty to party we go to Rodeo
Don't need a trap house
But I pull the racks out
I blow her back out
Makin' her tap out
You cannot back out
Like 50"The strap" out
All of y'all my mini me's
My girl rock Amiri jeans
Said I got a lot of blood on my jeans
(And Balenciagas on my feet)
Tell me why they always comin' for me
(Telling me the things I can't see)
I told my shawty that i'd rather die before I see her cry and I can put that on me
And I got a lot of blood on my jeans
(And Balenciagas on my feet)
Whole lotta blood on my jeans
Whole lotta blood up on me
You gotta blunt up on me
We gonna face it
We smokin' the ****
Who gonna run up on B
Who gonna run up on Leedie
She ain't drinkin no Henny
So i'm callin her DD
Lemme be honest
Ain't nobody versin' me
Testin' me like
Death date anniversaries
I be comin' with the rhyme like it's a nursery
Go hard on production like Imma purge the beat (Go go go)
Suck my dick Lightsaber
What's on my mind that paper
I know she like that flavor
Mixin' her coke and makers
Jesus Christ ill save ya
She play them games like Sega
Too many bodies can't date ya
She get more tip than the waiters
Said I got a lot of blood on my jeans
(And Balenciagas on my feet)
Tell me why they always comin' for me
(Telling me the things I can't see)
