Sippin' Blood

— Please, father, have mercy — God has mercy, I don't Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh I sever the limbs, I chop Wait for the day, I'mma see them drop Bitch wanna play, gonna get that pop Kill for the habbit, so don't you stop I'mma get that grip and I shoot that Glock Cold ass lips, motherfucker, you rot Play with the brain, then I sip on the blood Talk that shit, then I cut trough the gut, bitch I slay with the blade just to deal with the pain Don't you pray, don't you pray Fuck, in the end it's all the same I slay with the blade just to deal with the pain Don't you pray, don't you pray Fuck, in the end it's all the same I'm done with the shit, bitch, I'm done with the dope Don't need to pop it to get in the mode Still want to clip and I still want to go Bitch, I still wanna blow my brains up on the floor You know what the fuck is up When I pull up with the Glock Point it to my fucking head For the bitch I never had You know what the fuck is up When I pull up with the Glock Point it to my fucking head For the bitch I never had Bitch, I come from the grave, I sleep Ain't no turning back, all the wounds, they're deep No other way, bitch, I let them grieve You'll be the reason I decide to leave You'll be the reason I decide to leave You'll be the reason I decide to leave You'll be the reason I decide to leave You'll be the reason I decide to leave Sipping blood Sipping blood Sipping blood Sipping blood