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[intro: bloodhound q50]
mm_mm, mm_mm_mm_mm_mm_mm, mm_mm
long live my brother, he probably k!lled your b_tch_ass brother
haha, we finna walk this b_tch

[verse 1: bloodhound q50 & vonoff1700]
go, when i k!lled that n_gga, i was fresh as sh_t
amiri my denims, balenci’ my kicks
f_ck ig, i ain’t postin’ no pic
we four deep with dracs and switches
swing my door, n_ggas fallin’ and trippin’
belt to ass, we the reason they cliquin’
catch two more, i’m double digits, go
i don’t tote nothin’ less than a glock or drac’, that other sh_t be jammin’
you can’t label no rapper, b_tch, i’m still out here spinnin’
i clap sh_t up, better ask the trenches
i left eight dead, but one n_gga pendin’
switch on the back, tap once, it’s empty, go, go
high_speed chase, don’t wrap the v
f_ck lil tjay and munchie g
i ain’t duckin’ sh_t, ain’t no secret beef
same n_gga trollin’, now he r.i.p
i chased n_ggas down with my bare feet
come here, where you goin’? you ain’t no runnin’ from me
took a shot to the leg, i was out same week
my first day clear and i went up three
i’m a top spinner, n_ggas know i’m elite
caught three n_ggas on my 19c
his ass ain’t gang, he ain’t caught no b
it’s me and von in a srt
spin out west, then we spin over east
f_ck these n_ggas, i ain’t pushin’ no peace
n_ggas be b_tches, be duckin’ that beef, go (alright ,you know that)
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
when we pull up, we gon’ all bounce out on three (bounce)
we don’t shoot out cars, we park the v and get on feet (come here)
this a brand new arp, baby spark got it for free (took his ass)
we swung them doors, he tripped and fell, we left his dumb ass by a tree (dumbass)
i love my glasses, i be shootin’ sh_t from deep
me and bronem ride around spinnin’ off lil jeff in the jeep
i’m really f_cked up in my head, boy, i be shootin’ at my feet (grrah, grrah, grrah)
q50 say he got a goofy, take him down, that n_gga sweet (his goofy ass)
catch his ass tryna get fresh (dumbass), leave his dumb ass unique (his dumb ass)
say he had bread on my head and then he died the same week (his dead ass)
uh, backend a cluck, he need his perc’ or he gon’ tweak
i know the opps be mad as h_ll when they get clapped up by a geek
don’t take his j, that sh_t look cheap (cheap)
we put romain ass on a tee (his dead ass)
don’t come around without no b
i’m tryna slide, who got the key? (who got the key?)
‘fore i leave out, put on my ski (my ski)
12 hit the lights and we gon’ flee (gone)
aim at his mouth, shoot out his t__th (you know that)
we in the field, put on your cleats (b_tch)

[verse 3: bloodhound q50 & vonoff1700]
ayy, von, them n_ggas’ side on point
so when we bounce, we gotta creep
we treat his ass like a keyboard
we get on top and press delete
that n_gga sayin’ he lost his mind
man, i said that sh_t was weak
don’t get your ass on side this ride
’cause that’s how that b_tch get beat
ayy, von, you heard about lil’ bre?
the light skin one that got the cheek?
that b_tch do d_cks from west to east
man, h_ll yeah, that b_tch a eat
he dissed the gang he rest in peace
money on my head, shot me in my knee
man, i just found out where they be
you want the drac’ or the .223?

- bloodhound q50

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