Written By Nol Jones And Babaranks
Produced by 2300 Beats
Engineered by Polo2x

(LYRICS)
BABARANKS:
Ain’t no subliminal no getting physical , bro keep a tech if u tryn come foul, I do em dirty like dishes,  down with the fishes your body be found, 
I was in the school getting Os off, u was in class u was acting a clown,  hate when I’m high cuz I doze off, they know that baba the talk of the town

Really this shit is too easy, sum of my niggas they sleazy, I hit the plug for the peezy, I beat her back in I’m breaking her pussy to pieces, watch how u step, I put sum holes in ya feet like it’s yeezys 

NOL JONES:
Kill it, its Blood on the leaves.. I’m bouta fuck then I leave.. I jus might Nut on her sheets.. you see I’m hungry as hell.. I ain’t have nothing to eat.. We had the 
pack watch me add it up... & we know they wack so they mad at us... all they niggas be capping, will smith they be acting, they blowing my shit bro I had enough…

Stacking it, too on point this be accurate, I’m talking facts... in the kitchen he pulled out the Mac 10, I ain’t never see nothing like that.. need a shotty, hit Kick, like karate, shittin like I potty, Dominican bitches call a nigga doddy.. whip ina mazzi.. watch me change up the kit looking godly

BABARANKS:
Off the henny, the perc finna kick like a cage fight, bet watch yo girl she gon let me fuck if we play fight, bro got that toy he don’t play nice 
Roll a joint play the point feel like Derek Fish, I let bro hold dat for me I know he don’t miss, I hit yo BM she easy she on the list, 

Talkin bout shit that u never gon do if u run up u might get ejected, move in my city I feel like the president you thinking a nigga elected,
I’m not a regular pedestrian, ya niggas bang for protection, 

but I’m tune with them niggas the scammers the trappers n all, if she gon leave then leave nigga fuck it we ball, I got a need for speed finna turn up n buy out the mall, if u talk crazy my fist gon b right on yo jaw, me n my bro when we hop in the  booth we like Kobe gasol 
I love to rush in that field, feel like Vick cuz my bitch steady call me a dog 

NOL JONES:
Do it look like I’m playing, my foot on my neck, ain’t looking away any more, they mistook it, i ball devin book it, I get it & cook it, get served on a plate.. I’m straight, they crooked, I 
bake.. I know that I jus be doing it, Fluid wit it, gotta watch for the snakes, see I’m moving wit it, gotta do what it takes.. flew in wit it, now I cruise to plate,

Blood On The Leaves Remix - Babaranks X noL Jones

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