Don’t Get Blood On My Gucci Jedi Mind Tricks (Ft. Demoz)

[Verse 1: Demoz]
Ayo, never put a thot over your man
Shit'll get real ugly like when you cock a Glock in a jam
Gotta watch for the plot and the scams
You see a bitch in a car, I see a motherfucking cop in a van
Look I ain't getting shot nigga, I'ma drop it and scram
You bit the hand that fed you and got shot in the hand
Fuck being all local, I'ma pop in Japan
I'm hot like fries when they fucking drop in the pan
You hoppin' on bandwagons, I'ma hop in my bag
And spit bars, see, your mom and your pop is a fan
Look, a bitch nigga try to cross me like a crossing guard
I'ma rock his ass like a Audemar
Get out the car catch his ass at the red light
Then light his ass up like some headlights
Blow his brains left 'cause he ain't have his head right
And if your squad with you, there's gon' be a lot of dead mice

[Hook: Vinnie Paz, sample scratching]
Fuck around and gеt shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna diе
Bring it back
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die
Bring it back