Sippin' Blood

Please, Father, have mercy

God has mercy, I don't

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I sever the limbs, I chop

Wait for the day, I'ma see them drop

Bitch wanna play, gonna get that pop

Kill for the habbit, so don't you stop

I'ma get that grip, and I shoot that Glock

Cold-ass lips, motherfucker, you rot

Play with the brain, then I sip on the blood

Talk that shit, then I cut trough the gut, bitch

I slay with the blade, just to deal with the pain

Don't you pray, don't you pray

Fuck, in the end, it's all the same

I slay with the blade, just to deal with the pain

Don't you pray, don't you pray

Fuck, in the end, it's all the same

I'm done with the shit, bitch, I'm done with the dope

Don't need to pop it to get in the mode

Still wanna clip, and I still wanna go

Bitch, I still wanna blow my brains up on the floor

You know what the fuck is up when I pull up with the Glock

Point it to my fucking head for the bitch I never had (had)

You know what the fuck is up when I pull up with the Glock

Point it to my fucking head for the bitch I never had (had)

Bitch, I come from the grave, I sleep

Ain't no turning back, all the wounds, they're deep

No other way, bitch, I let them grieve

You'll be the reason I decide to leave

You'll be the reason I decide to leave

You'll be the reason I decide to leave

You'll be the reason I decide to leave

You'll be the reason I decide to leave

Sippin' blood

Sippin' blood

Sippin' blood

Sippin' blood

Bitch!