pathos! (bos) - bloodontheleaves! lyrics
[intro: billie holiday]
strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
blood on the leaves
[hook: pathos! & billie holiday]
b+tch i be k!llin these beats (d+mn)
i came in here with the remix i had to tell all these n+ggas to (breathe)
we do not need sticks you can’t compete with
uppin the chop and we told him to freeze
i just be drippin it down in my fleece
knock that boy off if he come with a sneak
now we got (blood on the leaves)
[verse]
d+mn, thats crazy as f+ck
i pour up the lean and i’m gettin straight hundreds
feel like i’m kobe i’m getting these buckets
i pop me a bean, what i say? f+ck it
you british or something? we call you a muppet
we walk that boy down with a glock 17
i turn to that b+tch and say get on your knees
i want me the queso i want me the cheese
blaster on me like my name mr. freeze
way before i met your mother boy i was a virgin my n+gga she made me a sl+t
lil n+gga you crazy or what?
i’m finna pop out
i got a stick in the truck
hit up my ese
rip like a beyblade
i did a race jus to get to the stack
she got p+ssete
lookin for quese
mexican b+tch and she throwing it back
we takin shots like a movie
dont really build but i’m grabbin the toolie
a n+gga ain’t never really gettin coochie
but bro ask for help and i slide like im toosie (b+tch)
first call up jade and she reverse the v
lackin the pack so we call up khalee
we pull up on ez to light up this tree
paden the goat and he roll it for free
[hook: pathos! & billie holiday]
b+tch i be k!llin these beats (d+mn)
i came in here with the remix i had to tell all these n+ggas to (breathe)
we do not need sticks you can’t compete with
uppin the chop and we told him to freeze
i just be drippin it down in my fleece
knock that boy off if he come with a sneak
now we got (blood on the leaves)
[verse 2]
i get that pack and i chop it up chop it up
everyone geeking they talking up talking up
if that boy leaking then i will not mop it up
that n+gga broke so that boy cannot shop wit us
anime n+gga who came with the punches
your b+tch she gon’ eat me like my name is lunch
that white hoe come f+ck me when she done with brunch
said it before but you cinnamon crunch
write your name down in my death note
next to my verse sketch your head with a pencil
come with a hand like i’m itsuka kendo n+gga
and the whole team got extendo n+gga
snap on the remix my n+gga i’m p+ssed
cap in my raps but a n+gga could spit
pop that boy head like i stomp on some chips
no vvs but we still got a clip (grah)
cause i’m just subject to the bands
don’t send the zelle i want green in my hand
shooters on go like this fl!ck on demand
feel like a blueprint its part of the plan
like what
i’m just collecting the bread
talk on the team thats an m on your head
we ake that boy cartier whole lotta red
that b+tch on me and she ride like a sled
[hook: pathos! & billie holiday]
b+tch i be k!llin these beats (d+mn)
i came in here with the remix i had to tell all these n+ggas to (breathe)
we do not need sticks you can’t compete with
uppin the chop and we told him to freeze
i just be drippin it down in my fleece
knock that boy off if he come with a sneak
now we got (blood on the leaves)
[outro: billie holiday]
freeze
freeze
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