Pressa - Bloody Hands lyrics

[Intro] Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda sh** Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody Pressa [Hook] Bloody hands, bloody feet Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet Loubitins looking like it's meant for me I got shooters on they Wa** if them n***as want grief (x2) [Verse 1] Red heels, red sneaks This the life of every hood n***a dream There's nights that I couldn't went to sleep But Pressa got a story of a life you won't believe We going out, with a bang Gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang Before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag Pressa picked up every time that phone rang n***as b**hing up you well know what you signed up for And I'm on my block pitching sh** like a pitchfork n***as want smoke then we turn a n***a Newport n***as ain't built from the cloth where we been torn Riding in my city and you know I got my top down b**h I love my nina but I love how my fifth sounds Go buck wild got a glizzy it's a trey pound When no one around suh, everyting ah fi get licked down I just sold him whip down Go and learn your wrist now If you hustle make it count nuh I think I need my money count [Hook] Bloody hands, bloody feet Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet Loubitins looking like it's meant for me I got shooters on they Wa** if them n***as want grief (x2) [Verse 2] Bloody bloody, bloody money You don't even know what these n***as do for money n***as getting money all of sudden all a suddy 50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy Price tags, what your amount? Shoot a n***a dead on his block and then we out I came from trench wars and homies falling out You worried about the shoes better worry about your belt Bloody feet when I'm walking out a hoe You got the right to k** just don't do in the house They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell Now every move we make yeah we better make it count 1 2 3 4, and she loves the way I rap about her Dior's I got plugs over seas call me senior And I swear I'm so sick I need a k** core I'm so for if he want war then give him what he feel for Trigger finger so sore Let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards I'm all about my money like my TuneCore They want figure out me like they Filmore [Hook] Bloody hands, bloody feet Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet Loubitins looking like it's meant for me I got shooters on they Wa** if them n***as want grief (x2)