I LIKE BLOOD (feat. wifisfuneral)

Where are you Ginseng? Yeah, um, ayy I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit Got my mans all around me on my boss shit I got pain in my body, I like star shit You can't find me, I'm inside, I'm on Mars shit I like, I like bitches on my dick I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic Shawty treat me like a baby, like I'm six Goofy niggas really think I'm from the six I like red like it's blood, I don't move in the sun All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain't dumb I'm that nigga, can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth All these meds ain't doing shit, I just wish you ain't my shit Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don't give a shit All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I'm a wiz You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fridge Yeah Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that) Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that) Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that) Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that) Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that) Young boy gon', ayy Ayy, I like percs, I like xans I through bands up on that ass Oh, that's your bitch? Shit, my bad Thumb through the guap, we move too fast And she gon' suck like a leech, creepin' right through the sheets And these diamonds in my gums when I smile like bling Been up finessing, no stressing Moving that work out of Texas Using that Uzi, that's my lethal weapon Tell the world get out my mentions I got the check, ain't no need for no pension She suck that dick, but she grip it real reckless Came out the mud and I'm dirty, no question Tell me, lil' nigga, like what you 'bout? She came through and she fucking for the clout When we fuck, man, pull that G-string down south Get smoked like Juul, boy, you know what we 'bout Pull out them thirties, we pop at his tooth South little boy, so you know that I'm a gook Flow the water, baby, yeah, you know I'm a goon Remix a brick and a bale, that's two Main bitch blowing on my dick like a flute Instrument, getting hit, Glock, that's my tool Patch on my head, that boy ride out the roof Patch on my head, hit that boy through the-