ฟังเพลงBlood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T) (Explicit)

Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T) (Explicit) - Ghetts/Unknown T

Lyrics by：Daniel Lena/Justin Clarke-Samuel/Rio Romaine Willis

Produced by：TenBillion Dreams

I've shown too much love

I paid too much homage

Don't let me don't let me

Don't let me don't let me

Don't let me prove I'm on it

The suits come tailored

The shoes come polished

The food comes flavoured

I'll love a morning zoot with the porridge

Catch a paigon in the school run traffic

And jump on the roof and bonnet

I don't play no instrument

But I made organs move in bodies

And when there's an incidence

I make bad boy music from it

When me and her are getting intimate

I park far so the coupe ain't spotted haha

Different one day prior

Different d**gs same buyer

Switched it up and aimed higher

Any stick I rub make fire

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands

Crud on my lips

Blood on my hand ting bun him up quick

Bare airborne blood on the whip

I hate when my mates ain't on the same page

Don't make this a awkward trip

Neighbours on the opp block know

When we pull up we pull up and burst off sticks

You don't know about running man

Down with a machine

I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick

Yo back then used to rock with

A PR but now I got PR 'cause I've gone legit

Grrt bring the wap

Come we beat out his whole damn crib

Why the opps think they're so damn slick listen

Gang 'nem never trust any f*****

But I still got a few opp chicks

Bare gyal got bare temptations

I might just f**** up his home with his miss

No games out here till the sun up

Tried to play runouts we're still gonna turn up

My man's tryna call round the gang up

Negotiating 'bout the pack tell him shut up

If you ain't outside putting in work

Then you gotta cough up

Our shooters ain't got blood on their hands

Your nigga got caught shut the f**** up

Grrt baow baow baow

Grrt baow

Blood on my hands

Crud on my lips mhm-mhm

Blood on my hands

Crud on my lips mhm-mhm

Blood on my hands

Crud on my lips mhm-mhm

Blood on my hands

Crud on my lips

Which one of them's lacking respect

Pray I find one of them lacking

A man get a lash in his head

Bang in the face slash in the neck

That one there's not deep enough

Splash him again

Woke up with a dry throat and

A blade in my hand mhm I'm too bloodthirsty

It's either I slide on my own or

Find out the hard way who's trustworthy

I just came back from the future

I know what happened I'm two months early

Smile or crocodile teeth

Not one of them two come early my God

Every one of your lyrics are make-believe

I'm surprised how many fans you've made believe gulible

Gulible

Gulible

Mask on my face it may be me

All you need's two letters from the alphabet A and B

You ain't been in the field if you

Ain't never knocked on your bredrin's

Door with blood on your bare hands

I told bro I did a mad ting nearby

Now I need something to wear fam

Them boy tryna retaliate before a tear lands

Can't spare man

They're just making up numbers

They're just one bag a spare man

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips

Blood on my hands crud on my lips