Bloody Hands Murda Beatz (Ft. Pressa)

[Intro: Pressa]
Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Pressa
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Pressa]
Bloody hands, bloody feet
Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
Louboutins looking like it's meant for me
I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief
Bloody hands, bloody feet
Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
Louboutins looking like it's meant for me
I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Red heels, red sneaks
This the life of every hood nigga 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
Niggas bitching up you well know what you signed up for
And I'm on my block pitching shit like a pitchfork
Niggas want smoke then we turn a nigga Newport
Niggas ain't built from the cloth where we been torn
Riding in my city and you know I got my top down
Bitch, I love my Nina but I love how my fists 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