BLOODLXST

[Verse 1]
When I was young, my daddy told me "Don't you pull less you poppin'"
Man, I took that shit to heart, now I stay strapped up like the army
Someone better call the preacher, I got demons on my body, got me walking like a zombie
Homie stunting is my hobby
Like, you can't rectify
Bitch, you done fucked up
Toting on that lil' ass gun, I wish you'd run up
Huh, what, come out mouth and you get skull fucked
Son of a bitch, I feel the rush, call it "BLOODLXST"

[Verse 2]
Huh, huh
Go get yo' funds up
Dumb fuck, you jump, I let the slugs dump
I'm fucking up the whole conundrum
Yum, yum, I puff it 'til my lungs numb
Scum love, they hating, now my love gone
Not done, I hunt until I touch some
Huh, huh
I cut until the blood run
Head hunt, bust through the wall, I'm yelling "Red Rum"

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Open ya mouth, get you cut, give a fuck, bruh
I'm having fun, you get slumped, you not tough, huh?
Huh, what?
I'm not alone, you get jumped, yuh
I call my bro, get you touched for a lump sum
Fuh-fuh, leave 'em in dust, fill my cup up
Huh, huh
Bitch, I'm the one you should run from
Nah, nah
Best watch ya tongue, I'm the wrong one
Young bruh must be lil' dumb
You done fucked up

[Verse 4]
I got the shotty, I pull it quick and leave you at the bottom
I'm walking godly, I'm never bothered
Soon they'll all be sorry, marks on my body
The way I feel, I'm better off unconscious
Cough in my coffin, I don't got time for your lil' pity party
Scoff at my options, they only hate the fact I'm popping often
I'm really toxic and they can't stop it
I'm a fucking problem
I'ma be honest, you little bitches make fucking nauseous
I'ma go cock it and leave that little motherfucker rotting