Blood On My Hands

I've shown too much love
I paid too much homage (don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, don't let me)
Don't let me prove I'm on it
The suits come tailored, the shoes come polished
The food comes flavoured, I'll have a morning zoot with the polyps
Catch a pagan in a school run traffic and jump on the roof and bonnet
I don't play no instrument but I made organs move in bodies
And when there's an incident I make bad boy music from it
When me and her are getting intimate I park far so the coupe ain't spotted
(Ha ha)
Different one day prior
Different drugs same buyer
Switched it up and aimed higher
Any stick I rub make fire

Blood on my hands, crud on my lips
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (mhm)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (listen)

Got blood on my hand ting bun him up quick
Bare airborne blood on the whip
I hate when my mates ain't on the same page don't make this an awkward trip
Neighbours on the opp block know when we pull up
we pull up and burst off sticks
You don't know about running man down with a machine I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick
Yo back then used to rock with a Peter but now I rob Pia cause I've gone legit
Grrr bring the wap can we beat out his whole damn crib
the opps think their so damn slick (listen)
Gangnem never trust any bitch but I still got a few opp chicks
Bare gyal got bare temptations I might just fuck up his home with his miss
No games out here till the sun up
tried to play runners we're still gonna turn up
My man tryna come round gang negotiating but the pack tell him shut up
If you ain't outside putting in work then you gotta cough up (cough, cough)
Our shooters ain't got blood on their hands
your nigga got caught shut the fuck up

Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (mhm)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (mhm)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (mhm)
Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (listen)