Post Malone
BLOOD
[Verse 1]
Coughing up crips not coughing up blood
Cold body hit straight on the floor bitch, whats with that thud?
Ya boy just rolled up to party just hit up his shawty
We usually fuck with the molly, yuh this shit is saucy
Bitch you know I’m not easy, yeah you know I’m a thrifty
Bitch let’s get schwifty, you better be watching me moving so swiftly
Chinese put me on acid, ya boy straight turned to ashes
Can't take no clacid, I’m a rockstar like Slash is
Now the shit starting to kick in, hear my skin ripping
I’m starting tripping, I’d rather be sipping
While they flipping the beat, that shit with a feat
Like an old-school cook-up, prod be bringing the heat
Left me breathless, the suffering’s endless
There’s so much gold on me now, I’m fucking neckless
Choking on vomit, just as was promised
I was waiting for this, I paid deposit

[Chorus]
I put in a grand, trusting a friend
Now I’m walking away with a fucking milli' in hand
Bro shit ain’t rad, now I’m sad
My kushman got locked behind bars for
Years and it's 'cause of a fed

[Verse 2]
Now you caught me leaning, ain’t ever feeling
That just not my thing bro, ya boy be leading
I still hang with the gang, we still onto the thang
It ain’t yin, this shit is yang
I feel like Buddha, took a trip to Cuba
I’m with the three-strip gang I don’t fuck with Puma
I don’t fuck with Nike, my wrist is icy
Me living to ninety is highly unlikely

[Chorus]
I put in a grand, trusting a friend
Now I’m walking away with a fucking milli' in hand
Bro shit ain’t rad, now I’m sad
My kushman got locked behind bars for
Years and it's 'cause of a fed

[Outro]
Them bitch ass feds, Cincinnati Reds
They look fucking lost without their heads
I’m taking it home, I hit the top of the dome
Bitches trying to throw the ball while I fucking roam
You gotta show them bitches how it's done