Blood lyrics

[Chorus]
L-Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves
It's blood on the leaves, It's blood on the leaves

[Verse 1]
Evеrybody lying, so I'm back for mine and everybody dying (Yеah)
n*gga, stop yo crying, there is no defying, here's a A for trying (Yeah)
I dig it like I'm mining, I'll be rottweiling, they just dogpiling (Yeah)
The king, I'm in my finest, but I'm bringing violence, they just sitting quiet
It's time for the get back, b*tch ass n*ggas gotta give my sh*t back
See, I took time to kick back, I'm sick that all you could make was some diss tracks
On God, they up in the garden, n*gga, 'On Guard!', sharper than a sword
n*gga, send these frauds to the cemi', dark, n*gga, run em off, n*gga, send the guard (n*gga)
[?] 'cause was y'all thinking I would crying forever and never get better, is y'all drinking?
Is y'all ink on your final will? Probably would if you knew how many n*ggas I was tryna kill
See these n*ggas got no kind of skill, but I been grinding still, I put yo hoe in designer hills
I was feeling like f*ck the game, but I can't leave it to these little whoever's and young "what's they names?"
[Pre-Chorus 1]
What's they names?
n*gga, what's they names?
I can't leave the game
To these young "what's they names"

[Chorus]
L-Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves
It's blood on the leaves, It's blood on the leaves

[Verse 2]
I'm so disrespectful, I'm so instrumental, make this acapella(Shh)
Y'all some c*cky fellas, caught in my propellers, chop like mozzarella
Rappers in my city I can't like, they wearing Martin Margiela
But they really Marbary's, all you n*ggas not colored
[?] I'm back on the f*cking scene, young and fly like DC, n*gga f*ck you mean?
Most you n*ggas ain't touching cream, Off of rap, so you trap and you cover it up in scenes
And that wouldn't be f*cking weak If you n*ggas was really the plug for the f*cking green
But you ain't even hustling, but you struggling and you owing the plug for lean
Being king is a curse n*ggas, so I curse n*ggas, just prepare for the worst n*ggas
Haters pray for my hearse n*ggas, but they murk n*ggas if I gave them a verse, n*ggas
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I thought I told you rapper, I'm the f*cking great (Yuh)
Slap a conscience rapper in his f*cking face (Yuh)
I thought I told you rapper, I'm the f*cking ape (Yuh)
I'll slap a mumble rapper in his f*cking face (Yuh)

[Chorus]
L-Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Lately, I been asking "What would Yeezy do?" (Yeah)
So I f*cked yo b*tch in some Yeezy boots (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the, blood on the leaves (Yeah)
Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves
It's blood on the leaves, It's blood on the leaves