Bloodshot lyrics

[Intro: 187 Family]
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil sh*t
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil sh*t
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Back up in the motherf*cking cut
Young Ghoste OT, with them all gold teeth
Talk a lot of sh*t but you're sucking my di*k, lowkey
Straight bumping my tape til you sleep
All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane
Solo, stay away from me
I don't need a motherf*cker tellin' me sh*t bout sh*t
Been alone since seventeen
Tell me to get out the sh*t I be spitting that's been done before
I don't see competition so I keep on depicting
They cuppin' they nuts, big buck teeth like a young King Tut
Schema the posse, I put it on my stone in a cemetery
Whether you bury me or scatter my ashes, you a punk, b*tch
If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
pus*y boy don't want beef
pus*y boy, pus*y boy don't want war
pus*y boy, pus*y boy ain't bout sh*t
But that pus*y boy always gon' ask you for more
pus*y boy, pus*y boy don't know me
pus*y boy, pus*y boy don't know Ghoste, oh
I'm scheming your hoe, I'm deep in her throat
You wifing that b*tch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
Smoking on some, come on the nun
Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun
Loaded my gun, my mind feeling numb
Think my time it has come, I inspire it my use
Sick and tired of the truth, left my soul separated, required a proof
Reincarnate the curse, I'm shackled to dust
The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust (b*tch)

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE & 187 Family]
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil sh*t
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head
Tanqueray up in my system
Got me on some devil sh*t
My eyes are bloodshot red
I'm hearing voices in my f*cking head