WINTA BLOOD

Never ever in my life Ive been a fucking hoe I never fucking rest Cuz im always in my zone Been saying im the best But this shit dont ever show I promise with my heart I'll take you to my shows I never fucking left I never fuckin ghost If I stick around with less Then be lucky that I chose 50 to your chest And some 40 to my gold Checkers to my chess Yea I feel it in my bones I feel it in my hands I feel it in my toes I feel it cuz this shit don't ever last Around too long Holding up my homie Where the gates open to god I could do the same to all these rappers but they all died See me at my best and then we gonna have dilemmas Pussy ass bitch Yeah I'm pettier then ever Come see me it's a test If we gonna have vendettas I feel it in my chest That the smoke gonna get us Bitch you ain't invited who the f*ck did you invite This Mothafucka didn't even come in his own ride Swindling yo bitch and I'll do it on the side Thinking yo kids Yo kids oh my Ha I'm just playin Oh am I really You was a friend In a small city I want revenge On how you did me Took me in circles I round around dizzy I'm friends with a choppa It tell me too shoot Ask me about a bitch I tell you who You tell me that bitch that stay in my coupe Oh that was yo bitch I only say oops I hang around with demons Yeah buddy I know Holoscopin All my opponents In the city Viral City nearly dead Cuz I was standing Round idle Every rapper dead When the killly kain Title Wasn't being shown But homie I'm right here I know they be hatin I know what they fear Who wouldn't doe I be killing every year Sick to my stomach When I see who yall give cheer You know that it's rag F*ck every clique Only mothafuckas in the northside bitch See me in a second And it's dome time bitch Matter fact In second Ima blow up bitch Never ever in my life I've been a fucking hoe I never fucking rest Cuz im always in my zone Been saying im the best But this shit dont ever show I promise with my heart I'll take you to my shows I never fucking left I never fuckin ghost If I stick around with less Then be lucky that I chose 50 to your chest And some 40 to my gold Checkers to my chess Yea I feel it in my bones I feel it in my hands I feel it in my toes I feel it cuz this shit don't ever last Around too long Holding up my homie where the gates open to god I could do the same to all these rappers but they all died