[Lyric] ​​​​blood on my hands (OCTOBERSFULLMOON)

[Chorus]
Yeah, look what happened, yeah
We roll 'round the backends, yeah
Just look, bitch, I'm cashin, yeah
Get blood on your fashion, yeah
This ashens to ashens, yeah
My pants is saggin', yeah
I just got my racks in, yeah
This ashens to ashens, yeah

[Verse 1]
They asked if I care, I said, "Not at all"
My opps is dry, man, they gotta fall
And I swear that my bitch must be mute 'cause she let the Prada talk
Linked in with Yaro in Nevada
I fly 'cross the country, do bar-for-bars
My bitch is a seven, we chakras
And your bitch gettin' back on us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we came from the dust, we came from the bottom
A strap is a must, you don't wan' start problems
If you walk around, keep a Revolver
'Cause that's my number one problem solver, yeah
If you gon' walk around, keep you a heater
Keep it tucked in in your jeans or wifebeater
I pour me some Wockesha, pour me a litre
I came in this world so cold, I must've been born in a freezer, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, look what happened, yeah
We roll 'round the backends, yeah
Just look, bitch, I'm cashin, yeah
Get blood on your fashion, yeah
This ashens to ashens, yeah
My pants is saggin', yeah
I just got my racks in, yeah
This ashens to ashens, yeah