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 a few more, wrist lit
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more switches
Had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business
Look at me now, it ain't hard to see young nigga winnin'
Told crodie, "Get a plea," they 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 head, I bet he learnt his lesson
He try run, we catch him, I hope they get the message
I got some cros doin' time and got some cros that's stressin'
No, I can't get no sleep, trappin', man, I gotta eat
I used to live off 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, nigga, I'm a trapper, and, nigga, you a bitch
I treat that ho like a thot, and she treat you like a trick
Could've went and bought 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, nigga, that's my bro for life
Twenty-five, the sentence gave my nigga fourty-seven life
From the day to the night, 'til the coppers 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 plead the four 'cause they almost gave me eight
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

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Slide on my lonely, I don't need no co-defendant
Too many Rollies, I need a few more, wrist lit
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more switches
Had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business
Look at me now, it ain't hard to see young nigga winnin'
Told crodie, "Get a plea," they gave him twenty-five the sentence
I can feel the tension, that's why my clips extended

[Verse 2: FB]
I cut through the 7, I can't wait to catch him
Make the .40 bless him, like that shit a reverend
They keep droppin' down the 3, why you think we steppin'?
Draco hit him like a kick, but, we ain't wrestlin'
We ain't tusslin', we ain't fussin'
Twenty-five to life, they gave that to my cousin
Tell 'em, "Free the real," niggas know we bossin'
Ah, niggas know we bossin'
They (Grr), they sippin' on some lean, man, that's Robitussin
I get in quick and get it gone, man, that shit is nothing
You can try me if you want, if you think I'm bluffin'
My momma told me, "Leave the trap," but you know I love it

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Slide on my lonely, I don't need no co-defendant
Too many Rollies, I need a few more, wrist lit
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more
It's too many glizzies, gon' need a few more switches
Had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business
Look at me now, it ain't hard to see young nigga winnin'
Told crodie, "Get a plea," they gave him twenty-five the sentence
I can feel the tension, that's why my clips extended