Blood on the foot prints
Addicted to substance
Vision turned blurry
Bullet Shells, another murder
Blacked out
Before I think, I act out
Some went to school
Some took the crack route
They say fear last longer than love
Respect violence
Respect these slugs
I was pulling jux
I was doing fraud
A dirty crook
Whoop the crack and let it cook
Lets not get off on the wrong foot
I got a short fuse
I got a lot to lose
Hammer on me in the coupe
Cant see me with the tints
He caught a body but hell never admit it
Caught em with his kids, while he was out having dinner
We pray to god but we're all sinners
Dope in his system
Hes shaking and twitchin
I take my life serious
Better watch who you threaten
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Leave you flatline
I know your type, I seen this all plenty times
When shit hit the fan, dont be surprised
We give no warnings
I'm cutting all ties
Fake relationships
Fake love
Pistol in your mouth
Metal on your taste buds
Try to take mine
You gone take slugs
He say hes thug, lets see if hes really with it
Hes busy getting drunk
Perfect time to give it to em
Shorty hit my line, asking when I'm coming home
I tell her tomorrow, than turn off my phone
When I'm locked in, cant take me out my zone
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
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Blood on the foot prints
Addicted to substance
Vision turned blurry
Bullet Shells, another murder
Blacked out
Before I think, I act out
Some went to school
Some took the crack route
They say fear last longer than love
Respect violence
Respect these slugs
I was pulling jux
I was doing fraud
A dirty crook
Whoop the crack and let it cook
Lets not get off on the wrong foot
I got a short fuse
I got a lot to lose
Hammer on me in the coupe
Cant see me with the tints
He caught a body but hell never admit it
Caught em with his kids, while he was out having dinner
We pray to god but we're all sinners
Dope in his system
Hes shaking and twitchin
I take my life serious
Better watch who you threaten
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Leave you flatline
I know your type, I seen this all plenty times
When shit hit the fan, dont be surprised
We give no warnings
I'm cutting all ties
Fake relationships
Fake love
Pistol in your mouth
Metal on your taste buds
Try to take mine
You gone take slugs
He say hes thug, lets see if hes really with it
Hes busy getting drunk
Perfect time to give it to em
Shorty hit my line, asking when I'm coming home
I tell her tomorrow, than turn off my phone
When I'm locked in, cant take me out my zone
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Addicted to substance
Vision turned blurry
Bullet Shells, another murder
Blacked out
Before I think, I act out
Some went to school
Some took the crack route
They say fear last longer than love
Respect violence
Respect these slugs
I was pulling jux
I was doing fraud
A dirty crook
Whoop the crack and let it cook
Lets not get off on the wrong foot
I got a short fuse
I got a lot to lose
Hammer on me in the coupe
Cant see me with the tints
He caught a body but hell never admit it
Caught em with his kids, while he was out having dinner
We pray to god but we're all sinners
Dope in his system
Hes shaking and twitchin
I take my life serious
Better watch who you threaten
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Leave you flatline
I know your type, I seen this all plenty times
When shit hit the fan, dont be surprised
We give no warnings
I'm cutting all ties
Fake relationships
Fake love
Pistol in your mouth
Metal on your taste buds
Try to take mine
You gone take slugs
He say hes thug, lets see if hes really with it
Hes busy getting drunk
Perfect time to give it to em
Shorty hit my line, asking when I'm coming home
I tell her tomorrow, than turn off my phone
When I'm locked in, cant take me out my zone
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
One shot
One kill
My lifes real
Do it for the dollar bill
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Blood on the foot prints
Blood on my hands
Blood on the money
Blood on the grams
Writer: Jesse Garcia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid