Blood On My Knife

Lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko] Aha [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice? Some blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice? Some blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice? Some blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice? [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Got a bad bitch here when I land Got my old bitch mad when I land Got two guns strapped, what I'm sayin' Got too much drugs in my body Used to serve big dope in the lobby Got dirt on my name, can't find it Got blood on my hand, can't hide it Got blood on my hand, can't hide it [Bridge: Meechy Darko] I did a lot of drugs, baby I sold a lot of drugs, LSD and the Vicodin Oxy, no moron, uh I did a lot of drugs, baby I sold a lot of drugs I was tripped out, shroomed up .45 clear the room up, bang [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] She come from Trinidad and Tobago Ain't afraid to put the drugs in her A-hole Maybe it's yayo, do what I say so Madison Ave or maybe Rodeo That pussy is wet, she get on the payroll You know, a million riches 'round the globe You think I'ma settle for one, two, three, nigga, even four? That is a no, that ain't a wife, that is a ho Blood on my knife, I thought I told y'all before Blood on my knife, I thought I— These bricks stamped with a scorpion He get jammed in a coffin Brown skin thang, she coffee Puff-puff-pass, no coughin' Walk with the thang, we cautious Bring me Lambs and Porsches Chop down grams, she snort it Hop out, *bang*, and park it [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Hop out, *bang*, and park it Hop out, *bang*, and park it Hop out, *bang*, and park it Hop out, *bang*, and park it [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice? Some blood on my knife, dirt on my Nikes Look at my wrist, it's covered in ice Now look at my bitch, now look at my life Why would I ever take niggas' advice?