Young God Blow - BLOODSTAINEDFIT! (feat. Kemkooley) Lyrics

Bitch what's poppin'!
I got it in my pocket
Finna take me to the moon
I'm blasting off like I'm team rocket
My trigger finger heavy more rings than a f*ckin' hobbit
I bet ya girl a demon
Call her Osborn way she goblin on my noggin
Pick ya head up
Bitch I'm only getting better
Got niggas on my dick
When they need to get they bread up
Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter
Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up
In my blood stained fit
Bet I f*ck the stage bitch
On my rockstar shit
We bouta f*cking rage bitch
This the hell in the cell
Don't pull the f*cking cage bitch
Get tf up out my way before I f*ck ya face bitch
Bitch I got time today
Rolling up hoe I got rhymes for days
Smacking a bitch with my dick
Licking all on the tip we gon have to slide okay?
I'm only here for the vibes
Meet me outside
I'm only a block away
The diabolical drip is severe
I'm out here
Making atomic waves
(What did he say?)
Just kidding
No he isn't
Golden boy with the mind of a villain
Playing catch up nigga I'm just chillin
You tryna make rent? Well I'm tryna make a million
Kicking dope shit to my fans drug dealing
I make the shit that niggas be feeling
One day finna blow up like krillin
Young God Blow that boy so thrilling
But y'all wack
Keeping my bands intact
Im a big body take my shit to the hole, y'all niggas afraid to shoot back
Who that
He that nigga
True that
Ménage a trois
Thats two cats
They open wide like zubat
Pick ya head up
Bitch I'm only getting better
Got niggas on my dick
When they need to get they bread up
Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter
Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up
In my blood stained fit
Bet I f*ck the stage bitch
On my rockstar shit
We bouta f*cking rage bitch
This the hell in the cell
Don't pull the f*cking cage bitch
Get tf up out my way before I f*ck ya face bitch
Whoaaaaa
Bitch it's Kemkooley & Blow
We f*ck up the show
You already know
I get high I'm blazin'
Smoke more than Jamaicans
My shooter a Haitian
And he patiently waiting
I swear I'm way too focused
Kemkooley not folding
Young God Blow keeps going
Find balance it's golden
Heard ya money short like Morty
Got it on me like Rick
45 not a 40
40 rounds in my blick
So much money I'm horny
Spending money my bitch
6 rounds in my shotty
That's a real pump kick
Pick ya head up
Bitch I'm only getting better
Got niggas on my dick
When they need to get they bread up
Keep talking all that bullshit bet my barrel getting wetter
Spent 2000 on my feet I wanna see a mf try to step up
In my blood stained fit
Bet I f*ck the stage bitch
On my rockstar shit
We bouta f*cking rage bitch
This the hell in the cell
Don't pull the f*cking cage bitch
Get tf up out my way before I f*ck ya face bitch