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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BloodHound Q50
BloodHound Q50
Vocals
Bloodhound Dog
Bloodhound Dog
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mikquale Cooper
Mikquale Cooper
Songwriter
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Jack Cohen-Mungan
Songwriter
Lily Kaplan
Lily Kaplan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Audio Jacc
Audio Jacc
Producer
Lily Kaplan
Lily Kaplan
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
[Instrumental]
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
[Instrumental]
Go, bust down AP, fuck that presi'
Different colored bricks like a **** play Tetris
I was up in the Mil', cut the dumps on fetty
Or robbin' **** that's out here flexing
Chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
Rookie-ass ****, Risky Road wasn't ready
Head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
Dissin' on me ain't gon' bring your mans back
I caught a leg shot, but you had you a shit-bag
I ain't got no picks, kill his mama if I get mad
Go, bitch wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm a killer
Me and Jeff got way more hats than ****
Her old **** lame, she know that I'm realer
First night, I hit her
[Verse 1]
Bounce out the car just runnin' and blasting
Standin' over **** turned to my passion
After a drill, me and Swerv just laughing
And for Jeff, they know that I'm crashing
If you want smoke, let me know where you at
Givin' lil' bro ten, he catch the right hat
Don't drill with these ****, these **** be rats
And for Scoom, you know we got back
Go, high-speed chase right after a hit
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause a young **** lit
Sixteen-five if you want you a brick
(I done lost my Drac', fuck it, pass me the switch)
Only sippin' on PAI if I can't find Tris
GDK for the Bricks, **** only make disses
This an old pack, ****, fuck Duck and Brick
[Bridge]
Yeah, life is great, fuck ****, it sucks to be an opp right now
It sucks to be your punk ass, punk-ass ****
You right there watchin' now, it sucks to be you
They talkin' 'bout, "What's wrong?"
[Chorus]
Go, bust down AP, fuck that presi'
Different colored bricks like a **** play Tetris
I was up in the Mil', cut the dumps on fetty
Or robbin' **** that's out here flexing
Chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
Rookie-ass ****, Risky Road wasn't ready
Head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
Dissin' on me ain't gon' bring your mans back
I caught a leg shot, but you had you a shit-bag
I ain't got no picks, kill his mama if I get mad, go
Go, bitch wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm a killer
Me and Jeff got way more hats than ****
Her old **** lame, she know that I'm realer
First night, I hit her
Written by: Jack Cohen-Mungan, Lily Kaplan, Mikquale Cooper
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