Blood on My Hands (OG) OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Chorus]
I got blood on my hands, uh, yeah
We been cookin' up bands, oh, yeah
You shouldn't fuck with the man (Nah, You shouldn't fuck with the man)
Oh Lord, I need forgiveness right now (I need forgiveness right now)
'Cause I got blood on my hands (Yeah, I got blood on my hands)
Same old stab wound, dumb motherfucker got shot in the pants
I be rockin' in Vans (Yeah, I be rockin' in Vans)
We pulled up in a van (Skrt)
Shot that motherfucker and ran (Yeah, we shot him and run)
Listen here, God, I got blood on my hands
I got blood on my hands—blood on my shoes
Blood on my hands, yeah, I got blood on my hands

[Verse 1]
Double cups full of stuff I wanna sip
Floatin' like a ship—take out my nacho dip
She thinkin' I'm a crip (Yeah, she do), but I'm not, I'm a dick (I'm a dick)
Doin' dirty in the back (Yeah, we are), cock the gun, pull it back
Shot that motherfucker, thе news gonna cover up that (Yeah, thеy will)
Man, I'll unbuckle my pants (Yuh), then I'll cook up a band
Spent it on a new home, fuck a brand new whip
Get security to keep the paparazzi out my shit (Keep 'em out)
Off a pill, off a trip (Yeah, I am), take a nap, slit my wrists
Blood on my hands and the sofa
Put all my bands by my chauffer
Then drive off to the coast, uh
Finna pull up by a Costa
Them motherfuckers gave me no coaster!
(*Bang-bang*)
(*Swerve*)