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bloodhound q50 - go كلمات أغنية

[intro: rell vert]
we got smoke, this sh_t free, on my dead homies
this sh_t gon’ be crazy, jacc
brr
lil’ vert
i’m wit’ opp
b_tch
you know that, ha
long_live jeff, long_live scoom

[verse 1: rell vert]
ridin’ truck, we was thirsty to swing that door, get the lo’, we turn the n_gga right to a ghost
don’t trust these hoes, they gon’ try to backdoor
all i know is he was wolfin’, his ass got smoked
had on a nice watch and his ass got poked
they ass got a deal and they ass back poor
you ain’t wanna die, then what you lacked for?
if i ever go broke, we in the trap, bro
n_ggas played with gang, now they f_ckin’ trap closed
my head too fried, they know we rack hoes
i like that switch, bro like micros
two b_tches that kissin’, that’s my type hoes
you safe over here, better then geico
i’ma score every time, don’t give me iso
when i’m on that court, ball like mike, ho
still a ride srt8, even though they mic’ those
tap the gas, too fast, they can’t mic’ those
a .40, a drizzy, that’s my type poles
i hang with the savages, won’t break or fold
don’t honor the snitching, we stick to the codes
he was up in the streets back then, but he told
all rats must die, free the gang, free the bros
[verse 2: big opp]
h_llo?
h_llo?
who this?
all rats must die, free the gang, free the bros
we ain’t f_cking with that n_gga if we heard he a snitch
n_gga told on lil’ buddy and he talk too much, like fbg b_tta, that n_gga a b_tch
from the 9 to the 9, you’ll get clapped up, if you mention lil jeff, you get shot in yo’ sh_t
and it’s long_live scoom, i ain’t trusting no ho, if she try to backdoor, give her ass like six
i’m running with gravediggers, when i bail out the whip, guarantee i’m the one first one clapping
fresh off the pint, i got right in a hot, got to spinning, i don’t give a f_ck about rapping
the opps know i’m standing on business, i be first to shoot, so it ain’t no reason for bapping
too many times, you n_ggas was crying, and big opp the reason yo’ son wasn’t laughing
big opp the reason you n_ggas be dying
big opp the reason y’all mama’s was crying
big opp the young n_gga, 20_years_old, with two chains, and he making a bag off rhymes
big opp the reason he merch on his man’s, so big opp the reason he ain’t gon’ slide
big opp the reason for a whole lot of sh_t, and i don’t duck sh_t, b_tch, i be outside

[verse 3: bloodhound q50]
wanna show me you rock, at the 7 they not, we gon’ spin through the pocket
post on the ‘gram in a scat, pull up, ‘fin_fin, they dumb_ass thought i was in a charger
go
this sh_t getting too easy, two more hats, i’m right there with the reaper
rinsing sh_t off for my brother, when i catch me a n_gga, i’ma send his ass way past jesus
glock 23 with a b_tton, shot a whole fifty shots, i ain’t even feel like i squeezed it
we get over on n_ggas, f_ck even
stepping in blood, lil’ b_tch, i’m bleeding
he say his miss dude, then he should’ve drop ’em off
made his ass take his last ride, the n_gga should’ve walked
[?]
if i ever sign a deal, then i’m getting n_ggas bought
we riding four deep in a black, on the way back, tryna catch us a hat
tmc down, tell they ass get back
i’m talkin’ ’bout slide ’cause his ass a pack
he should’ve never lacked
i heard his ass caught four to the dome
get caught by us, you won’t make it back home
caught his ass in traffic lookin’ down at his phone
lil pooh dissed z’, now lil pooh gone

- bloodhound q50

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