If you smelling blood you know that it's the fragrance
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
Yeeah, yeeah,
I'll make you my toy, put you on a shelf
They wanted some smoke, just show me who else
The things that I've done Im goin' to hell
Feeling like John Wick, no Nardo, the way I hit it, hah
You took a hard blow, like dark souls, gotta change my image
Bitch i'm smokin' opps, you rather smoke a cigarette
Yeah I'm on your block, stop talking on the internet
Got a big ass Choppa, call that shit a minaret
I got superpowers I'm gon' make him see the dead
No enemies means I got less pain
Mass grave I'm a fiend pop a champagne
Max Payne, now they calling me Sensei
I did some things that I can't say
Next name, poppin out with a sawed-off
So tough, I be blowing up the whole stuff
And I can't look down, cuz I'm so up
You can always hide, but its no luck
These rappers falling off, they acting like its fall guys
My hands are like good pussy, keeping his neck so tight
You keep talking that shit, we can take it offline
Do some crazy tricks, I'll show you how to nose-grind
If you smelling blood you know that it's the fragrance
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
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If you smelling blood you know that it's the fragrance
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
Yeeah, yeeah,
I'll make you my toy, put you on a shelf
They wanted some smoke, just show me who else
The things that I've done Im goin' to hell
Feeling like John Wick, no Nardo, the way I hit it, hah
You took a hard blow, like dark souls, gotta change my image
Bitch i'm smokin' opps, you rather smoke a cigarette
Yeah I'm on your block, stop talking on the internet
Got a big ass Choppa, call that shit a minaret
I got superpowers I'm gon' make him see the dead
No enemies means I got less pain
Mass grave I'm a fiend pop a champagne
Max Payne, now they calling me Sensei
I did some things that I can't say
Next name, poppin out with a sawed-off
So tough, I be blowing up the whole stuff
And I can't look down, cuz I'm so up
You can always hide, but its no luck
These rappers falling off, they acting like its fall guys
My hands are like good pussy, keeping his neck so tight
You keep talking that shit, we can take it offline
Do some crazy tricks, I'll show you how to nose-grind
If you smelling blood you know that it's the fragrance
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
Yeeah, yeeah,
I'll make you my toy, put you on a shelf
They wanted some smoke, just show me who else
The things that I've done Im goin' to hell
Feeling like John Wick, no Nardo, the way I hit it, hah
You took a hard blow, like dark souls, gotta change my image
Bitch i'm smokin' opps, you rather smoke a cigarette
Yeah I'm on your block, stop talking on the internet
Got a big ass Choppa, call that shit a minaret
I got superpowers I'm gon' make him see the dead
No enemies means I got less pain
Mass grave I'm a fiend pop a champagne
Max Payne, now they calling me Sensei
I did some things that I can't say
Next name, poppin out with a sawed-off
So tough, I be blowing up the whole stuff
And I can't look down, cuz I'm so up
You can always hide, but its no luck
These rappers falling off, they acting like its fall guys
My hands are like good pussy, keeping his neck so tight
You keep talking that shit, we can take it offline
Do some crazy tricks, I'll show you how to nose-grind
If you smelling blood you know that it's the fragrance
How they're screaming it be setting up the cadence
Bitch, I'm chilling with my homie, shoutout Satan
If I send them into hell god cannot save them
He think he a god, I show him he not
I pull out my nine, like Bonnie and Clyde
They talking online, just gimme a sign
I'll open them wide, I'll put them aside,
I act like a cop, aint letting them breathe
I'm dropping a bomb, right down where he sleep
Naah, I got no opps, got no enemies
Their bodies get washed, all up in the seas
Writer: Peter Kardos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid