Top Songs By BloodHound Q50
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BloodHound Q50
Performer
Lil Tjay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tjay
Composer
Mikquale Cooper
Lyrics
Charles Forsberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charley Cooks
Producer
AMF
Producer
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Prodby1204
Producer
Prodbyhustler
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shots to anybody, I ain't pickin'
You know that lil' **** be trippin'
City watchin' while I pop out, I be drippin'
Well aware the police watchin', they be fishin'
I ain't gon' speak about no mission, that shit past due
But go 'head, slide again, that's if you wanna crash too
Crash too, savage, but I play it mad cool
Bullets make a **** act new
Lord, I'm fucked up
[Chorus]
Mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a **** gone
'Fore they kill us, we gon' fry 'em, it's enough said
Lord, I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, I just see red, all I see red
[Verse 2]
Keep the pistol everywhere, another man can never fear
I can't have him 'round me playing gangster, he ain't never flare
Broski doing a bid, his life ain't shit, he feel it's better there
Judge confused, she gave him twenty-five and he ain't shed a tear
Used to rob my mama, tried her best, but I need better gear
Trauma on my mental annually, I pray a better year
All of a sudden, they act like I owe 'em 'cause the cheddar here
I was broke, you saw this as a joke, boy, you ain't never care
[Chorus]
And I'm mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a **** gone
'Fore they kill us, we gon' fry 'em, it's enough said
I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, but I see red, all I see red
[Verse 3]
Go, I'm the youngest, but a vet
Old **** show me my respect
Been had a name before the fame, I got my name from catching hats
My brother left, it ain't the same, sometimes I wanna run it back
Catchin' ****, let off shots, laugh at the hits, we made a mess
Robbin' ****, takin' chains, I would've traded for the best
Poppin' Percs, back-to-back, my mama think that I'm depressed
We the reason why your brother got his bitch-ass laid to rest
You can't get up in this V if you ain't never caught no hat
We clapped his ass on the side of church, we layin' on Marquette
I lost two brothers in two months, it got me thinkin' I'm facin' death
Drillin' with these bitch-ass **** only thing that I regret
In my city, I'm a threat
Jeff, he left me by myself
Puttin' **** on the shelf
Where you goin'? Boy, come here
Made his mama shed a tear
Leave your runts up in the air
Clappin' **** in the Pier
I'm young and turnt and killin' shit, that's some shit you can't compare
Go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
Go
Written by: Charles Forsberg, Lil Tjay, Mikquale Cooper