BLOOD - Ryan Oakes

Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood

It was never 'bout the money, that’s not how I get my fix

And now every month I make enough to cop another whip

see the numbers I put up it’d probably make 'em sick

Thinking how would they be living if they weren’t such a bitch

Goddamn, you’re probably embarrassed

I didn’t realize that I was hanging with parrots

in here

Toxicity

I said I’m out for blood

You know I just begun

I’m spilling out my guts

This shit is way too fun

I said I’m out for blood

She want the package like it’s flat rate

I told her begging is a bad trait

Honestly you’re lucky that it’s not a bad day

How 'bout I toss a couple bands your way then get myself a tax break

All I do is win and honestly I think I’m cursed

Kicked me down a million times and ended up

Every knife I had inside my back just severed every nerve

got a label and still couldn’t make it work, wow

They’ll probably say that I’m a switch-up

Had to cut 'em off and they ain’t never getting stitched up

Said that it was crunch time and you couldn’t even sit up

Hit you with that checkmate when I go and pick your bitch up

I said I’m out for blood

You know I just begun

I’m spilling out my guts

This shit is way too fun

I said I’m out for blood (I said I’m out for blood)

You know I just begun (you know I just begun)

I’m spilling out my guts (I'm spilling out my guts)

This shit is way too fun (this shit is way too fun)

I said I’m out for blood