Red Blood Dripping Video (MV)

Bitch I'm killing again I'ma murder malicious
Kid Ocean beats and I'm dripping like fishes
Dish em the money like f*ck it's the mission
No competition get pussy wet and my dick she
Kissing yeah I'ma dick her down no kidding round
Bitch you don't rap what you live about don't
Matter to crowd smoking on an ounce
Probably cause I'm white mother f*ck a sound
Bitches hate me I don't even know the count
When on sight you shut ya mouth f*ck the world
I run this town too lyrical for y'all dumbfound
At the end of the day you goin' feel my pain yeah
I'm derange insane red blood dripping out my veins
I'ma sacrifice can't explain back to knife mother
F*ckers brains was pussy but something changed
Put it to my skull this getting old all stories told no
Respect though too dirty I'ma f*cking mess hoe
Been FTP like f*ck a dress code don't step to me you
Get left ghost all of my demons I let go answer the
Beep from my cell phone thought is God but it's
Something that's devious looking back on my life
What I done previous when I'm dead no I'm not
Leaving this what's gotta be said immediate T-Money
Got power I'm dripping like showers if you gotta
Problem then know I'ma counter smoking on sour
It got me so elevated tryna show love but I'm hella
Hated taken ya soul that I sell to Satan f*cking be dead
When the bell is shaking putting the nail in my coffin
But till then ain't no stopping this mother f*cker I
Done lost it bitches be choosing the profit and
I am no option
Bitch I'm killing again I'ma murder malicious
Kid Ocean beats and I'm dripping like fishes
Dish em the money like f*ck it's the mission
No competition get pussy wet and my dick she
Kissing yeah I'ma dick her down no kidding round
Bitch you don't rap what you live about don't
Matter to crowd smoking on an ounce
Why they slicing my throat in night with a coat
Think you real but sike you a joke didn't know that
I had potential killing every rapper when I grab a
Pencil want me dead go grab ya pistol know where
The f*ck I stay right two wrongs they don't make
Right smoke weed always on plane flights dope fiend
Need my cake right by no means what I say might
Hurt ya heart mines burned apart needa Jaguar no
Turn to start f*ck rap y'all buck back bitch suck on
My nut sack you hate me I love that end up getting
Cussed at dead and away from all of this drama chasing
The bank all I want is the commas taking my pills
And it helps with the trauma call up ya momma I feel
Like I gotta murder again I'm burning her skin then
Dumping it down with dirt and my sins f*cking my
Life up day by day doesn't matter how they put you
Down somehow you gotta make a way point at me
Won't shoot a round my soul I've done trade away