Bloody Story

[Intro: Bloodhound Q50]
(8, 8)
(Alright, I see you, Will)
Brrt, pow, pow, pow

[Verse 1: BloodHound Slimeto]
We gon' get that job done
Ain't no half steppin', bail out, get you, sit you with this Glizzy if you on the 7th
Get up close, make sure that you check 'em, give out face shots
High speed on the jakes, in the SRT8, left 'em 8 blocks

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Hit the trap, reload all the straps, let shit die down
Shift changed, foenem back out, spinning back 'round
But niggas hidin', ain't nobody out, playing hard to catch
But it's cool, we know where they live so they ain't hard to stretch
No need for a vest, 5.7s rip thru all that
Glock spit, he ain't know he was hit til' he felt something wet
Bodies fall, niggas tryna run, tripping over shit
Clumsy ass, should've had your gun, now it's over with

[Verse 3: BloodHound Slimeto]
Start right here, park the car, don't forget to hit the lights
I got Drizzy and Q50 with me, that's an extra pipe
I'mma hit this cut, you hit that cut and we gon' cut 'em off
When you let off, you would think they gon' come to me and I'mma knock 'em off
I was losing the war, is you stupid, nigga? Knock it off
I got bitches I don't even know tryna top me off
She ask if I like relationships, I told her "Not at all"
The bitch got mad at me and smacked her lips, so I dropped her off

[Verse 4: BloodHound Q50]
Now I'm riding up the 7, clutching on a Glock
Got caught by the light on Marquette, so I had to stop
Thru the tint, seen a nigga at 7 Seas, his ass an opp
He ain't even peep me, he don't know, we 'bout to spin the block
His ass start walking down Cottage, I tie my hoodie up
He don't even know what's 'bout to hit him, he a sitting duck
On the 9, I see a crowd of niggas, so I'm chasing shit
Saw one of 'em fall, I'm thinking "Ooh, I'm bout to face the bitch"
As I'm chasing, in my head, I'm thinking "Damn this hella points"
Cause this the same nigga that was just on live, say he smoking foenem
Put four in his back, filled his back up with fucking lead
Lift the pipe up, aim for his neck but hit his fucking head
Brains gushing, blood everywhere, mixed in his dreads, you would think that boy died his hair flaming hot red
Now I gotta go, no time to waste, cause 12 on the way
The way Z drove the Nissan down State, you would think that bitch a SRT8
Hit the crib, get on Spot News, just see what it say
"2 males found up on the scene, 1 a DOA"