CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Blood On My Hands
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
That Cartier watch on my wrist, and it's flooded with VV's
She think that I'm famous but no, girl, I'm not on the TV
I beat up the pu**y so good so she say that I'm sleepy
I used to be broke, all of a sudden you need me
I'm up like a star, and all of a sudden she see me
My youngin' tote Glocks, and he spinnin' sh*t like a CD
I smash that b*t*h, and she comin' back like a repеat
I do everything with no problems, I swеar that it's easy
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
Yeah, but I can't
Walk in Prada, get some pants
In a 911, do the dash
She off the molly, sand-tan
I'm off the- uh, yeah
I'm off the stay at home with the bands
Tryna run it up, but you ran
Bullets flyin', sound like a fan
Yeah, I'm f**ked up, in a trance
Playin' with racks, got blood on my hands
Shoot at the opps, got blood on the racks
You want some racks? Just stick to the plan
I was a boy, got turned to a man
Now I got blood on my hands
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
That Cartier watch on my wrist, and it's flooded with VV's
She think that I'm famous but no, girl, I'm not on the TV
I beat up the pu**y so good so she say that I'm sleepy
I used to be broke, all of a sudden you need me
I'm up like a star, and all of a sudden she see me
My youngin' tote Glocks, and he spinnin' sh*t like a CD
I smash that b*t*h, and she comin' back like a repеat
I do everything with no problems, I swеar that it's easy
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
Yeah, but I can't
Walk in Prada, get some pants
In a 911, do the dash
She off the molly, sand-tan
I'm off the- uh, yeah
I'm off the stay at home with the bands
Tryna run it up, but you ran
Bullets flyin', sound like a fan
Yeah, I'm f**ked up, in a trance
Playin' with racks, got blood on my hands
Shoot at the opps, got blood on the racks
You want some racks? Just stick to the plan
I was a boy, got turned to a man
Now I got blood on my hands
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign, I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me, but that boy might get blammed
Girl, I loved you since the first f**king glance
My bro got that sh*t on him, give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her, but I can't
