BH4L (feat. Bloodhound Q50)

Make sure you keep all this shit, this shit free

That too (Judeh Productions)

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (nah, start it, start it back from when the beat drop)

(Like start it a lil' closer)

I was bailin' out, gettin' that 50, how the fuck think I got my name?

BloodHound, that's the gang, a body drop, **** know they gon' say my name

Blew at me, wanted me to start dumpin', I'm in love with takin' ****' chains

Tayski ass like a blind man walkin', and that mean he got dog and cane

Me and Jeff like Giannis and Dame, step back, shoot a **** like Big Flame

**** know I got bodies from state to state

In the Mil, I'm clappin' **** for the pape'

In a high-speed, it's me, 10 and Tank

I'll bust a **** brain, so I seen what he think

You ain't never kill a ****, you ain't got no rank (got no rank go)

Last **** had played, got 'em gone same week

Got a hundred-round clip on a fully ARP

And you know I keep Micro Drac' on me

**** beg for some clout, put 'em on a TV

Fuck it, throw his dirty ass on a tee

Hop out, chase a **** in Amiri, Celine

Pullin' up like Curry, switch shootin' threes (Curry, you're big, ahh)

Before the **** died, he screamed

Put the flash to his face, he forgot to say cheese

Lil T real wild, quick to bounce out on feet

Know I'm still hoppin' out while I'm drivin' the V (while I'm drivin' the V, go)

****, tell 'em free Hot, got 50 shots up in my Glock

I'll chase a **** down up in my sock (true story)

You can't name a drill, I ain't shoot 'til it stop

I hawk **** down 'til I see they ass drop

For my **** Z, they can't trap on they block

The news might give us a sponsor from all them headlines on Fox

I wish you could've seen his face before we clapped his ass up in the car

We dish out free smoke to anybody, your ass ain't even gotta be an opp, go

Bailin' out blowin', **** runnin' and tryna get low

Four Nick got kick, knocked the feathers out his coat

**** duckin' the field, don't want no smoke

Every time I'm outside, on Live, drop a lo'

Tryna run up on me, what the fuck? Is you slow?

Got Micro Drac' tucked up in the coat

And I won't think twice, bitch, you know I'ma blow

Been ballin' like Michael, now they callin' me the GOAT

Everything I do twice, if you know, you know

Big Swerv shoot and drive, he the reason I'm slow (go)

You ain't never had no second verse?

Uh-huh