​blood by lieu Lyrics

He want smoke he want smoke he can die yeah
I am going up, so you mad, you can cry, yeah
Glock with attachments, he is fucking dead
B-B-Blood all on the floor there is blood on the cement
Blood all on the floor there is blood on the cement, yuh
I am making money I don't care about my ex
And they already tapping out cause they know I am up next
I don't care bout hate they wanna be me so bad, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You sit on the internet and type I'm on your head
I sit by the money counter how much did I make
And I will kill a bitch for talking on my name
I got Glocks they got beams and I say that every song
But he wanted to test me so he know that shit ain't wrong
Yeah yeah, he got smoke like I'm puffing on a blunt
Wanna talk down on my ops so thats why I made this song, yeah