Blood Splatter lyrics

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
I don't f*ck with ya (AJ)
Yuh, yuh, I don't f*ck with ya (Reptilian Club Boyz b*tch)
pus*y ass dude, who is you? I ain't dappin' ya
Hi-Tech splash, pouring lines in traffic, yuh
Bullets chase after ya, Blood Rain splatter, yuh
Yo' b*tch on my di*k, said my swag spectacula'
Won't chase after her, f*ck her then I'm passing her
Run around, choppa with the knife, Soulcaliber
Pull up in Challenger, bad b*tch passenger
Surf's up, cowabunga swag, I'm splashin' ya
Hi-Tech splash, sippin' blood, just like Dracula
Panameria Porsche, pull up, I'm passin' ya
Too juiced up, rock out like Metallica
Coulda f*cked yo' b*tch but that ho not bad enough
Wanna beat my ass but that n*gga not mad enough
Think I need some blues, like these bands not sad enough
Let her ride the di*k, told that lil' b*tch, "Giddy up"
Mirror on the wall, damn, who got as much swag as us?
Poppin' Adderall 'cause my b*tch need to pick me up
Baby move her head back and forth till she dizzy, yuh
Tiny jeans, Glock on my waist, belt Fendi, yuh
Wrist 'bout fifty, yuh
b*tch so pretty, yuh
Kush pack on me and it smell real p*ssy, yuh
Top the whole gang, no way, I'm not kissin' ya
Want a pretty boy, rockstar? b*tch, hit me up (AJ)
[Verse 2: Diamondsonmydi*k]
No heart, pull up, push start
Dumb b*tch, don't start
b*tch, my cup so dark
n*gga, vampire gang, bite her neck, break her heart
Demon b*tch, pus*y wet, in her water like a shark, uh
Pretty boy demon, way too juiced, from the start, uh
I done popped a Perc, b*tch, I'm thrown, like a dart
Goth b*tch on my di*k, and she yellow just like Bart
I'ma f*ck yo' b*tch, n*gga, send her home on the BART, uh
Pretty boy demon, I got too many hoes
If he ask me for a feat, b*tch, I might, wipe his nose
Bite that b*tch neck, I got blood on my clothes
Tokyo Drift, foreign whip with two doors
Say he want some smoke, b*tch, let's get it, let's go

[Verse 3: Cartier God]
Let's go
I'ma tear apart ya' heart
Cartier goon, look in the bih eyes
I got red eyes, made that bih wanna die
Pull off in this bih, RCB bites the dust
Take ya last breath, then I take ya soul
Cartier God, look familiar, I'm alone
n*ggas want me dead, tryna sacrifice the goat
Pull up with the stick, keep the stick like french toast
[?], pullin' up with a ho
[?] I'ma get all my dough
Cash out this bih, lil' n*gga hold the door
[?] up on my wrist, in the house with three hoes
I just wanna f*ck, then I'm gone, dosey doe
I'ma cast a spell, uh, David Copperfield
Is that ass real? Uh, I'ma cop a feel
In the haunted house, we be trapping like [?]
(Reptilian Club Boyz, b*tch)
(AJ)