Blood On The Leaves

Lyrics

[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 trenchеs He got hit up in his head, I bet hе 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