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no tomorrow - bloodhound q50, bloodhound lil jeff, fg red lyrics

[intro]
ayy (d*mn, nick, chill out)
uh*huh
ayy

[verse 1: fg red]
free out my n*ggas out that can, i can’t wait ’til they get back
i’m tryna get up out the trenches, put the hood up on my back
i tote arps with switches, get too close i make it clap (grrah)
they say it’s twenty on my head, tell them boys to double that (lil’ ass boys)
i be standing over n*ggas, fairy tale, it’s just a act
v.i.p my bro ty, for you, i’m spinnin’ through the back
n*ggas playin’ hard to k!ll for lil munch, we been got back (you know it)
and they been hiding behind them walls, guess we gotta set a trap (lil’ b*tch*ass n*ggas)
i can k!ll your ass today and get off drank and take a nap
you ain’t get back for your brother, when he died you made a rap (ho*ass n*gga, man)
n*ggas tough up on the beat, nice as*h*ll up in these streets (sweet*ass n*ggas)
out in traffic with no heat, just pray to god you don’t see me
’cause on the day a n*gga play, then him and jesus just might meet (you know that)
’cause if it’s either him or me, i guarantee it won’t be me (you know that)
you know i gotta make it home by any means, i’m gon’ suceed
i ride with switch, .300 blackout and some fully arps (b*tch)

[verse 2: bloodhound q50 & bloodhound lil jeff]
q50 jump out all black
gen 5, 32, that’s a shaq*attack
tryna run, hit a n*gga right in his back
last n*gga from the 7, call him “uberpack”
the number one rule, you bet not lack (go)
i love 23’s with a switch on the back (brr)
and you know my shorty got the .50 attached (brr)
we up, they ass still gotta back
[verse 3: bloodhound lil jeff]
a n*gga play, bet his ass won’t see tomorrow (no)
you prolly could dodge a pothole, but you can’t duck from these hollows
they steady askin’ how he die, why the f*ck you think that i know?
he was wolfin’ on the ‘net, we slid same day and gon’ slide tomorrow
thirty*three shots up in the switch, he tried to run, we tapped that taco (brr, brr)
stupid b*tch get d*ck and drop lo’s and i still f*ck on opp hoes
wish she would try to backdoor
i’m taking sh*t just call me deebo
can’t find these n*ggas, they ass nemo
i’m m.v.p. just like i’m d. rose
i seen the jakes and had to get low
when it was me, they all was glad
the jokes on them, they say i’m wrong ’cause i spanked the baby ass (you know that)

[verse 5: bloodhound q50]
go
if you want a body just come outside
if i’m the one shooting then you the one driving
ap too froze, i can’t tell time
me and lil jeff made n*ggas pick they side
real*deal blood, made n*ggas mamas cry
after one n*gga die, n*ggas go into hiding
(go, go, go)
my first k!ll, bust a n*gga brain
n*ggas spinned a*hundred times, ain’t k!lled a thing
b*tch, you know i’m bloodhound, gon’ see the chain
dumping fifty shots, n*gga, how i got my name
[verse 6: bloodhound lil jeff]
f*ck what you think, do what i want
make one false move, now your life gone
now you on the news and you in a song
really givin’ out smoke, young n*ggas gone (you know that)
two funerals, plenty more to go
he took five shots then he hit the floor
know it’s fasho if we get the lo’
we’ll leave a n*gga stretched out on the floor
we’ll leave a n*gga face down in the cold
now he got his mama sad ’cause her baby gone (now he got his mama sad ’cause her baby gone)

[outro: bloodhound lil jeff]
(go, go)
(go, go)

- bloodhound q50 bloodhound lil jeff fg red lyrics

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