Blood On The Leaves

[Intro]

(Keystone)

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]

Slide on my lonely, I don't need no co-defendant

Too many Rollies, I need to feel more [received?]

It's too many glizzies, gon' need to feel more

It's too many glizzies, gon' need to feel more switches

Had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business

Look at me now, it ain't hard to see young **** winnin'

Told crodie, "Get a [pity?]," gave him twenty-five the sentence

I can feel the tension, that's why my clips extended

[Verse 1: FB]

That's why my clips extended 'cause, bitch, I'm from the trenches

He got hit up in his hеad, I bet he learnt his lеsson

[Detroit?] where we catch him, I hope they get the message

I got some cros doin' time and got some cros that's stressin'

So why I can't get no sleep? Trappin', man, I gotta eat

I used to live of robberies, I promise ain't no stoppin' me

Crodie caught a body and that shit feel like the lottery

Had to get it on my own, but that shit didn't bother me

'Cause, ****, I'm a trapper, and, ****, you a bitch

I treat the ho like a thot, and she treat you like a trick

Could've went and buy some ice, but I went and bought a brick

It ain't Christmas, but we creepin' 'round your house like the Grinch

And I really love Burna, ****, that's my bro for life

Twenty-five the sentence gave my **** 47 life

From the day to the night, told the [cops?], "Free the guys"

If I think about my past, probably make me wanna cry

All I know is homicide, all I know is yellow tape

Had to really play the [?] 'cause they almost gave me ache

Shoutout Pressa 'cause my crodie really fuckin' up the place

And it's Wass Gang 'til I go, I'ma see that to my grave, grr