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Bloodhound Lil Jeff
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BloodHound Q50
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Rell Vert
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BloodHound Q50
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Earl Wallace
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Jeffery Harris
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Gettin' that
Folks grave
Haha, folks grave
Folks grave
Pullin' up, hoppin' out while the car still in drive
Vert hop out, blitz, fuck 'em up from both sides
Chased him all the way from Princeton, on his back the whole time
Blowin' auto full in traffic, never cared, I ain't lyin'
**** never played with me, you can't name one time
Last **** got chased all the way in his home
Fuck Leal, roll him up, put his ass in every song
I ain't doin' no writin', this shit off the dome
**** play, he lay, we bust his dome
Say you smokin' on Z, get filled up with chrome
Lil Pooh dissed Z, now Lil Pooh gone
You know that shit never take too long
Layin' in a **** grass until he come home
**** think this shit a game 'til a **** get smoked
**** shootin' at legs tryna to add it to the score
Only shootin' at heads, now his casket closed
Trappin ain't dead (Dead), we just out here clappin' shit (Clappin' shit)
Treat his ass just like some acne, give his ass a facial kit (Brrt)
We pull up, send shots, we dip
We pull up, send shots at your Lyft
We gon' spin and spin again (Spin)
Left on the floor, I'm talkin' 'bout Glenn (Huh?)
23 with fifty shots, bounce out the car, hit you and your mans (Brrt)
He couldn't run, couldn't make it far (Uh-uh)
Caught two in the same car (Where you goin'?)
Them **** from the same block (Block)
I'm tryna swap the same Glock (Brrt)
Free the guys, fuck the opps (Free 'em, fuck 'em)
You **** know how the fuck we rock (Rock, ****)
Catch a **** lackin', we gon' bail out the car, hell nah, we don't shoot out the window (Uh, uh)
They uppin' that lil'-ass gun on live, lil' ****, you better go spin, bro
Fuck my opps, I'm into with my kinfolks (Folk)
Hit they block, them ****, they get low (Brrt)
Got that drop from one of my lil' hoes (Lo')
10 milli' Glock, remember had lil' poles
Hit his ass up and now he got big holes (Brrt)
Take a **** down and now my wrist froze
Run in the crib, my shorties, they kick doors
I knew he was dead, shorty was still froze
He got hit with like three poles, the Drac', the Gen5, and 4
We spin in rain, sleet, and snow, left him face down in the cold
Written by: BloodHound Q50, Earl Wallace, Jeffery Harris