Night Lovell, wifisfuneral - I LIKE BLOOD lyrics

Where are you, Ginseng? Yeah, umm
Ayy

I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit
Got my mans all around me on my boss shit
I got pain in my body, I like star shit
You can't find me, I’m inside
I'm on Mars shit
I like, I like bitches on my dick
I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic
Shawty treat me like a baby, like I’m 6
Goofy niggas really think I'm from the 6
I like red like it's blood
I don't move in the sun
All these niggas think they tough, you a fan
I ain't dumb i'm that nigga
Can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet
Fuck your bitch inside your sheet
I got diamonds on my teeth
All these meds ain't doing shit
I just wish you end my shit
Find your grave and then I shit, nigga
I don’t give a shit
All these niggas are my kids, I make magic
I’m a wiz you be talking like a bitch, put
Your body in the fridge, yeah

Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon', ayy

Ayy, I like Percs, I like Xans
I throw bands up on that ass
Oh, that's your bitch? Shit, my bad
Thumb through the guap, we move too fast
And she gon' suck like a leech
Creepin' right through the sheets
And these diamonds in my gums
When I smile like bling
Been up finessing, no stressing
Moving that work out of Texas
Using that Uzi, that's my lethal weapon
Tell the world get out my mentions
I got the check, ain't no need for no pension
She suck that dick
But she grip it real reckless
Came out the mud and I'm dirty, no question
Tell me, lil' nigga, like what you 'bout?
She came through and she
Fucking for the clout when we fuck, man
Pull that G-string down south
Get smoked like Juul, boy
You know what we 'bout
Pull out them thirties, we pop at his tooth
South Florida boy so you know that I'm a gook
Florida water, baby, yeah
You know I'm a goon
Remix a brick and a bale, that's two
Main bitch blowing on my dick like a flute
Instrument, getting hit, Glock
That's my tool
Patch on my head, that boy ride out the roof
Patch on my head, hit that boy through the