[Verse 1: JB BinLaden]
These niggas they can't fuck wit' us in nothing, but dying
You can run but you can't hide you just gon' die tired
My lil bruddas trash niggas, these niggas expired
Short nigga but that switch make me feel 6'5
She said some slick shit about the lo' , I let that shit slide
I ain't even know this ain't the post, found out the bitch died
You book them Bloodhounds for a show, gon' have this bitch live
You can get some bags or book of blow, might front what you buying
Nigga, all us drop Ys, nigga all these Glock fire
Ay, all these bitches bops nigga, no they not mine
We got blood for hire nigga, tell me who hiring
We know you a liar nigga, we know you lying
Four niggas bounce out open fire nigga, you know you dying
Ima get my niggas out the trenches, I hope you trying
Them niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothing, tell them knock it off
All I drop is merch, these niggas dropping dimes and dropping salt
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Fuck my opps them niggas hoes and we can get it on
30 shots up in my Glock, on the back a fully on it
Slap up in the same bed wit' niggas I'm spinnin' on
Niggas hoes they ain't your mans, watch who you call your bro
Jumped his gate, until this day that nigga still a hoe
Tote Micro Drac, we switchin' lanes
You play, shoot through the door
A nigga play got caught broad day, left him outside the store
Left him outside the store, switchy made him stop, drop and roll
You know I cannot go, bet a nigga won't play without gettin' sent home
Next nigga we catch leave him wit' his head gone
Lil cuz be fried, man I think his head gone
Really walking niggas down wit' no mask on
Only blood in my eyes, bitch this a red zone
Only blood in my eyes, bitch this a red zone
We hop out, get shit over gone
I pop my shit in every song
Nigga know he gon die if he move wrong
(Nigga know he gon die if he move wrong)
These niggas they can't fuck wit' us in nothing, but dying
You can run but you can't hide you just gon' die tired
My lil bruddas trash niggas, these niggas expired
Short nigga but that switch make me feel 6'5
She said some slick shit about the lo' , I let that shit slide
I ain't even know this ain't the post, found out the bitch died
You book them Bloodhounds for a show, gon' have this bitch live
You can get some bags or book of blow, might front what you buying
Nigga, all us drop Ys, nigga all these Glock fire
Ay, all these bitches bops nigga, no they not mine
We got blood for hire nigga, tell me who hiring
We know you a liar nigga, we know you lying
Four niggas bounce out open fire nigga, you know you dying
Ima get my niggas out the trenches, I hope you trying
Them niggas can't fuck wit' us in nothing, tell them knock it off
All I drop is merch, these niggas dropping dimes and dropping salt
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Fuck my opps them niggas hoes and we can get it on
30 shots up in my Glock, on the back a fully on it
Slap up in the same bed wit' niggas I'm spinnin' on
Niggas hoes they ain't your mans, watch who you call your bro
Jumped his gate, until this day that nigga still a hoe
Tote Micro Drac, we switchin' lanes
You play, shoot through the door
A nigga play got caught broad day, left him outside the store
Left him outside the store, switchy made him stop, drop and roll
You know I cannot go, bet a nigga won't play without gettin' sent home
Next nigga we catch leave him wit' his head gone
Lil cuz be fried, man I think his head gone
Really walking niggas down wit' no mask on
Only blood in my eyes, bitch this a red zone
Only blood in my eyes, bitch this a red zone
We hop out, get shit over gone
I pop my shit in every song
Nigga know he gon die if he move wrong
(Nigga know he gon die if he move wrong)
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