積分

演出藝人
BloodHound Q50
BloodHound Q50
聲樂
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
聲樂
詞曲
Quale cooper
Quale cooper
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Kgbmixes
Kgbmixes
工程師

歌詞

Go, long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
Free Lil T, ha, we finna walk this bitch again (free Guwop, free Quis)
On folks grave (free them boys, we them boys), go, go
They done got clapped up, tell them **** to slide back (back)
The bitch pussy weak, then she won't get a ride back (she won't)
Glizzy, Joc, Romaine, need two more fame, bronem tryna rush 'em a five pack (damn)
He thought it was sweet and dropped his lo' and the **** died where he went live at (his dumb ass)
This lil' **** tweakin', he think he Q50, walkin' around, talmbout he got five hats (his bitch ass)
Just hit a lot, now we flyin' in five 'Cats (we gone), I heard Diamond got hit with like five straps (damn)
There's only ten opps left and five rat, I can get a fuck **** killed for five racks
Got took for his chain, now he tryna buy it back (his bitch ass)
Here go a Drac' shell, here, ****, have that (rrah, rrah)
I ain't gotta say too much, y'all know what the fuck goin' on when we got on all black (you know that)
Go, go, I ain't chasin' these hos, I'm what a bitch need (you know that)
30K to Johnny to flood my teeth, 10K for a feat, know talk ain't cheap (it ain't)
Give a fuck 'bout rappin' and my songs gettin' leaked, I was pissin' on my hands, washin' up with bleach
Go ask about me, I left blood in the street, used a tied up T-shirt, I forgot my ski
Just got a new Cuban off a **** tryna link, I'm still dumpin' grams for 40 a piece
Only puttin' my trust in this Glock 23 (23), these **** be sweet, e'ry Gen on me free (know that)
Bounce out the car just blastin', I know he gon' fall, better, or I keep tappin'
I stand over shit wit' a passion (you know that), e'ry kill I caught, I was smilin' and laughin', huh
Think it's sweet 'cause I got on some glasses (dumbass), I don't want that switch on my Glock if it's plastic (I don't)
Toss Gang, we give out caskets (we givin' 'em out), I'll ride up Linder, tryna score me a basket (rrah)
Swing my door, I'ma hop out blickin' (c'mere, c'mere), since Munchie got clapped, ion want no chicken (I don't)
If you ain't kill shit, then you can't keep dissin' (you can't), took out a M and went straight to the trenches (you know that)
Kidnap his kids since he thinkin' I'm kiddin' (thinkin' I'm playin'), the **** that clapped up Juice ain't livin' (he dead)
Lost Mook, same night, we was spinnin' (we was out), and if rap get slow, then I'm right back stealin' (right back stealin')
Bounce on an opp, dumped the Drac' for a minute, we gon' beat up that ride if the back window missin' (c'mere, you know that, rrah)
Glizzy went sweet, they caught him pissin' (his dumb ass), they ain't got no more killers, them opp **** finished (they dead ass)
Just took a **** kit, BloodHound, we extort shit (extort shit), talmbout she pregnant, bitch, get an abortion (bye)
He savage to y'all, to me, he a Norbert (his bitch ass), I'm a six-figure **** who'll drill out a foreign (you know that)
Ain't never kill a ****, then Heaven, you goin', took a shot to the leg, got back up blowin' (know that)
It's 3:00 in the mornin', me and Von just flowin', go, go (you know that)
Ain't blow his gun, he a witness (his bitch ass), I know you **** tired of bein' our victims
Tryna hit us a lick for some millions, me and Jizzle in the Mil right now dumpin' chicken (chicken)
Rookie-ass **** got a mask in the kitchen, Tay say he want him dead, no question I'm blitzin' (I'm blitzin')
Blood in, blood out, only way that I'm livin' (you know that), let a bitch cheat on me, then her mama I'm killin' (I'm killin' her ass)
If we bounce, and you run, don't fall, Leal broke as fuck, how he buried in the wall? (The fuck?)
I ain't wifin' no bitch, I'm a dawg (I won't), ain't good for shit but dick in her jaws (her eat ass)
Clap a **** like a round of applause (c'mere), droppin' opps, funny part when a **** tryna crawl (know that)
Quis 5'8" droppin' **** who tall (c'mere), broke-ass opps still shop in the mall (they broke ass)
'Raq shit, we don't play it at all (we don't), Quis 5'8" droppin' **** who tall
Broke-ass opps still shop in the mall, droppin' opps, funny part when a **** tryna crawl
Written by: Quale cooper
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