[Intro: Nina Simone]
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy
Blood on the leaves
[Chorus: yvngxchris & Nina Simone]
Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn
I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze)
I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho just get on your knees (Freeze)
I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky, so I just might shoot at the trees
Now we got blood on the leaves
Damn, that's crazy as fuck
And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin, my nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze)
She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris, I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze)
Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick," I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?"
[Verse 1: yvngxchris, Nina Simone & SSGKobe]
Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves)
If you fuck with my young nigga, aim at his membrane
And lil' brodie, you not gang
And I don't give a fuck bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Sometimes, I don't even use my stick, these fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze)
And if he act like a bitch, then I might just go pull it out and let the choppa sing, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: SSGKobe & Nina Simone]
Jump on this beat for a minute man (Blood on the leaves)
Keep me a choppa, I keep me a mini-man
Nigga run up then this shit hit the ceiling fan
Hop in the whip, ain't no keys when I'm whippin' it (Freeze)
He scared to shoot, I can see how he fidgetin'
He not a killer, I know that's a lie (Freeze)
He think he frog, he get ribbiting
Zoom in the whip, Cybertruck be the ride
Hey, hey, hey, what's poppin'?
Brodie been servin' the work like an auction
Six-hundred down on this Glock, we not boxin' (Freeze)
I love my ho 'cause she toxic
They wanna copy my swag, all the contents (Freeze)
I'm in the air, bitch, I'm fly, need a cockpit
Twelve found his body, forensics was shocked them
Yeah, look at this bust down (Blood on the leaves)
Them hoes used to be saints, they all sluts now
Nigga ran up, think it's sweet, he get punched down
Shot up his crew, no more foes, it ain't fun now (Freeze)
Stood on his block smokin' opps 'til the sun down (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey (Freeze)
Walk in the party, his bitch got a crush now (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy
Blood on the leaves
[Chorus: yvngxchris & Nina Simone]
Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn
I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (Freeze)
I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho just get on your knees (Freeze)
I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky, so I just might shoot at the trees
Now we got blood on the leaves
Damn, that's crazy as fuck
And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin, my nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (Freeze)
She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris, I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah (Freeze)
Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick," I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?"
[Verse 1: yvngxchris, Nina Simone & SSGKobe]
Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane (Blood on the leaves)
If you fuck with my young nigga, aim at his membrane
And lil' brodie, you not gang
And I don't give a fuck bitch, I let my cock hang (Freeze) Sometimes, I don't even use my stick, these fuck niggas don't wanna box mane (Freeze)
And if he act like a bitch, then I might just go pull it out and let the choppa sing, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: SSGKobe & Nina Simone]
Jump on this beat for a minute man (Blood on the leaves)
Keep me a choppa, I keep me a mini-man
Nigga run up then this shit hit the ceiling fan
Hop in the whip, ain't no keys when I'm whippin' it (Freeze)
He scared to shoot, I can see how he fidgetin'
He not a killer, I know that's a lie (Freeze)
He think he frog, he get ribbiting
Zoom in the whip, Cybertruck be the ride
Hey, hey, hey, what's poppin'?
Brodie been servin' the work like an auction
Six-hundred down on this Glock, we not boxin' (Freeze)
I love my ho 'cause she toxic
They wanna copy my swag, all the contents (Freeze)
I'm in the air, bitch, I'm fly, need a cockpit
Twelve found his body, forensics was shocked them
Yeah, look at this bust down (Blood on the leaves)
Them hoes used to be saints, they all sluts now
Nigga ran up, think it's sweet, he get punched down
Shot up his crew, no more foes, it ain't fun now (Freeze)
Stood on his block smokin' opps 'til the sun down (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey (Freeze)
Walk in the party, his bitch got a crush now (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey
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