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wrappers - bloodhound q50 lyrics

[intro: bloodhound q50]
long live my brother, he probably k!lled your b*tch*ass brother (this sh*t gon’ be crazy, jacc)
go (uh)

[chorus: bloodhound q50]
i wouldn’t be me if i shot out the whip
stood over his ass ’til i ran out of sh*lls, i gotta start bringin’ an extra clip (pew*pew)
n*gga had more hoes than a pimp
folks made roro dyk* ass trip
i keep my strap more than that b*tch
why the f*ck is you tradin’ pipes for attempts?
my glock 23 more dirty than tris
f*ck 95, they duckin’ this sh*t
**** died, he couldn’t duck this switch
monkey in the middle’ll get you blitzed
i’m bloodhound, so she wanna eat d*ck
if tae want it, i’ma take your kit
four bucks, that’s just for a fit
go, go

[verse 1: bloodhound q50]
i’ma get to clappin’ if i get the wrong vibe
i lost my brother, that’s why i stay high
we was two deep, just out here slidin’
if you wanna be gang, drop an l, k!ll a y
if you go catch a body, then you might get signed
n*ggas be b*tch, that sh*t a disguise
go, go
caught my first vic’, it was sweet
count them hats on both hands, two more, then i’m countin’ on my feet
real*deal clapper, you know i’m elite

it’s me and swerv in a srt
n*ggas be b*tch, be duckin’ that beef
get your b*tch ass out of the streets
go, go
[chorus: bloodhound q50, bloodhound q50 & screwly g]
i wouldn’t be me if i shot out the whip
stood over his ass ’til i ran out of sh*lls, i gotta start bringin’ an extra clip
n*gga had more hoes than a pimp
folks made roro dyk* ass trip
i keep my strap more than that b*tch
why the f*ck is you tradin’ pipes for attempts?
my glock 23 more dirty than tris
f*ck 95, they duckin’ this sh*t
**** died, he couldn’t duck this switch
monkey in the middle’ll get you blitzed
i’m bloodhound, so she wanna eat d*ck
if tae want it, i’ma take your kit
four bucks, that’s just for a fit
go, go

[verse 2: screwly g]
uh, uh, uh*huh
in the straight with 50, finna go on a hit (yoom)
i done left blood on blocks when i blew my glock, been steppin’ on sh*t since a jit (pew, pew, pew*pew)
lil’ bro love gettin’ high so much, he’ll rob a n*gga just to pay for his kit (you know that)
n*ggas be postin’ them lil’*ass rolls and them weak*ass clothes, spent that on my fit (broke ass)
opp b*tch gave me some head and made me mad, the b*tch ain’t usin’ no spit (the f*ck?)
i told the b*tch to stop, get off my c*ck, dumb b*tch can’t suck no d*ck (gotta go)
long live scoom, if a b*tch try to backdoor us, on folks, gon’ clap that b*tch (f*ck nene)
long live jeff, you would’ve clapped dude from trap, if the switch ain’t cl!ck, you p*ss (f*ck him too)
hmm, alright, uh, f*ck the 5, n*ggas ain’t on sh*t (grrah)
n*ggas don’t post on the 3 no more ’cause n*ggas got shot every time they spinned (they know that)
before this rappin’ sh*t, we was wrappin’ sh*t, you can’t name a block we ain’t bent (you know that)
n*gga, we’ll spin out of fishbowls, bail out with two poles, huntin’ tryna see where he went (where the f*ck he goin’? rrah, rrah)
alright, uh, scope on the block tryna see where he went (uh*huh)
chase a n*gga down tryna jump the gate, ain’t no gettin’ away, leave his ass on the fence (there he go right there, rrah)
all he heard was switch and drac’ (pew), then felt the shots, his ass couldn’t flinch
i heard the b*tch*ass n*gga ain’t die, still felt that fire, we ain’t seen him since (ah*ha)
n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout bodies, ain’t got no body, that sh*t don’t make no sense (the f*ck?)
i heard the n*gga got shot with five, but really was nine like 50 cent (like curtis jackson)
soon as we bounced out on him, he knew he was done, that n*gga knew it was it (that n*gga knew it was over)
soon as he fell on the ground, bro gave him more rounds, yelled out, “i told you, b*tch”
[outro: screwly g]
b*tch*ass n*gga
long live my brother, n*gga, he probably k!lled your brother, n*gga
know that, n*gga
f*ck the opps crazy, n*gga
grrah

- bloodhound q50 lyrics

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