"Blood On My Hands" lyrics
I be whippin' this spaceship on land
Havin' nightmares, got blood on my hands
People come through and beg for them bands
Paranoid, I just spazzed on a fan
How the fuck did you tell on your mans?
When that court end, that nigga got slammed
Keep it G, I can't fumble the brand
Keep it G, I can't talk on the stand
I be glitchin', they don't understand
I be cardin', they don't understand
I be pushin' G-Wagons and Lambs
I be feedin' the gang and the fam
Eighty-one on me, feelin' like Bam
Gotta make sure I get all them grams
I got partners who locked in the can
I be strikin', I do what I can
I'ma make sure the opps throw the towel in
She gon' come throw it back for them thousands
Shit, they used to be jokin' and clownin'
Now they seein' I'm gettin' them pounds in
We could put on them gloves, get rounds in
My tree loud, just like an announcement
And the flavor, I barely pronounced it
I spent 7K, just for an outfit
Had to pay the club back in installments
Every time I re-up, I go all in
On my kids, that money keep callin'
All these fine-ass bitches keep callin'
I remember back then, I was crawlin'
I was tryna go ball like Spalding
Had to sit back and think 'bout the hard times
Gotta walk around stiff with this Glock 9
I be fuckin' on thots from the outside
Niggas talkin' online, but they not outside
Used to bag up them zips, eatin' Moon Pies
Every stick that I got gettin' utilized
Every member I got gettin' utilized
I got blood on my hands and in my eyes
Love my bitches real pretty with thick thighs
Finna go hit her back in the M5
I be whippin' this spaceship on land
Havin' nightmares, got blood on my hands
People come through and beg for them bands
Paranoid, I just spazzed on a fan
How the fuck did you tell on your mans?
When that court end, that nigga got slammed
Keep it G, I can't fumble the brand
Keep it G, I can't talk on the stand
I be glitchin', they don't understand
I be cardin', they don't understand
I be pushin' G-Wagons and Lambs
I be feedin' the gang and the fam
Eighty-one on me, feelin' like Bam
Gotta make sure I get all them grams
I got partners who locked in the can
I be strikin', I do what I can
Havin' nightmares, got blood on my hands
People come through and beg for them bands
Paranoid, I just spazzed on a fan
How the fuck did you tell on your mans?
When that court end, that nigga got slammed
Keep it G, I can't fumble the brand
Keep it G, I can't talk on the stand
I be glitchin', they don't understand
I be cardin', they don't understand
I be pushin' G-Wagons and Lambs
I be feedin' the gang and the fam
Eighty-one on me, feelin' like Bam
Gotta make sure I get all them grams
I got partners who locked in the can
I be strikin', I do what I can
I'ma make sure the opps throw the towel in
She gon' come throw it back for them thousands
Shit, they used to be jokin' and clownin'
Now they seein' I'm gettin' them pounds in
We could put on them gloves, get rounds in
My tree loud, just like an announcement
And the flavor, I barely pronounced it
I spent 7K, just for an outfit
Had to pay the club back in installments
Every time I re-up, I go all in
On my kids, that money keep callin'
All these fine-ass bitches keep callin'
I remember back then, I was crawlin'
I was tryna go ball like Spalding
Had to sit back and think 'bout the hard times
Gotta walk around stiff with this Glock 9
I be fuckin' on thots from the outside
Niggas talkin' online, but they not outside
Used to bag up them zips, eatin' Moon Pies
Every stick that I got gettin' utilized
Every member I got gettin' utilized
I got blood on my hands and in my eyes
Love my bitches real pretty with thick thighs
Finna go hit her back in the M5
I be whippin' this spaceship on land
Havin' nightmares, got blood on my hands
People come through and beg for them bands
Paranoid, I just spazzed on a fan
How the fuck did you tell on your mans?
When that court end, that nigga got slammed
Keep it G, I can't fumble the brand
Keep it G, I can't talk on the stand
I be glitchin', they don't understand
I be cardin', they don't understand
I be pushin' G-Wagons and Lambs
I be feedin' the gang and the fam
Eighty-one on me, feelin' like Bam
Gotta make sure I get all them grams
I got partners who locked in the can
I be strikin', I do what I can
