[Verse 1: kuru]
Bloodhounds
Whoa, whoa, oh
I just hit a bag, I go in the store and I see what I want
If you listening, hear Xanax bars, and see me have fun
[?]
You tryna play your cards, [?] drama
[?] on me, yeah
They told [?] to stop me, yeah
[?]
See this shit, I'ma cop it, yeah
Shout out [?]
She just wan' ask for the comma
So sick of the drama
Posted up in Florida

[Verse 2: osquinn]
Shawty acting like she know me
Fuck off, tryna phone me
Ex girl hit me up tryna fuck all my homies
All up in my DMs tryna act like they know me
Cold heart with a switchblade but that was the old me
Bloodhounds in the back
Let's get to the bag
I just got a sack
Stop calling me dad
My switchblade the best friend I ever had
You tryna do this the hard way, stop tryna chat
Come up to the crib, you already know
Can't handle myself, I'm losing control
Just got me a bag and I filled it with snow
Promise I'll get to the dough
Please stop calling my phone
When she gon' leave me alone
Ridin' round in a Camry, I'ma crash into a home
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