Fighting Death (OG)

[Intro: Bloodhound Q50]
Gang
Y'all know how the fuck we bummin man
Bloodhound forreal nigga
Y'all can take this shit out if y'all want to
Gang

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Q50]
Throw that mask on when I jumped out first, you know I blitz
I remember on my first, some blood said how bout blitz
Niggas know who run the bity, check the stats bitch
And we got peas all in the fuckin trap and shit
Don't fuck with other niggas they fuck with other niggas
I dumped a 50, switched a clip and called another nigga
Ask about me see what happened to that other nigga
I'm really that, you can't compare me to no other nigga
You see you stealing from the bloods it got your homie kilt
I popped out broad day and I caught his fuckin' brother with him
Only thing we duck and twirl, you know we ain't duckin' niggas
Niggas mad up over a chain, your old ass gon' get hit
OG heard about the news, and she called a nigga
I told my mama I'm the one that's out here clappin niggas
You niggas really gotta know who you be fuckin' with
Every time we see blue lights, you know we fuckin' dip
They not outside, we never see them on they fuckin' strip
They weren't on that block so we went and slid up on the strip
Just me and foenem steady spinnin' through the West
Bloodhound we in the game we a brother ship
Get in the gym I never leave my fuckin' brother bitch
Gang, gang, ayy, look, I say
Bitch you know I tote my Glocky, niggas movin' wacky
Gotta stay up on point you know I ain't movin sloppy
I'ma make her oppas top me use the lo' she droppin
We came back dumpin' at them niggas caught another body

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm King Draco, got my name off Drac' and splittin' niggas' shit
Jump out them whips, they get to runnin', fallin', trippin' over shit
I got too mad 'bout my lil' bousin, Glock 23 and he can't miss (Brrt, brrt)
Swing on me like fightin' death (Uh-huh), fuck I look like throwin' fists?
Every Glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (Brrt)
See blue lights, it's time to dip, Glock 30S, it got a grip
They can't go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
Big-ass Glock, it's by my hip, they bagged him up just like a zip

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Just left the striker by an exit
We tote Glocks, no Smith & Wessons
If he sneeze, give him a blessin' and send his dumb ass right to heaven
Niggas bitches, won't address me
I know they probably wanna stretch me
My first hit, caught two for one, like some cake from Little Debbie
Shoot my Glock and watch 'em run
We stretch niggas out for fun
Always got the biggest gun
Can't compare, I'm one of one
Shoot my Glock and watch 'em run (Alright, Lil Vert)
We stretch niggas out for fun
Always got the biggest gun (Alright, alright)
Can't compare, I'm one of one (Alright, gang)

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm King Draco, got my name off Drac' and splittin' niggas' shit
Jump out them whips, they get to runnin', fallin', trippin' over shit
I got too mad 'bout my lil' bousin, Glock 23 and he can't miss (Brrt, brrt)
Swing on me like fightin' death (Uh-huh), fuck I look like throwin' fists?
Every Glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (Brrt)
See blue lights, it's time to dip, Glock 30S, it got a grip
They can't go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
Big-ass Glock, it's by my hip, they bagged him up just like a zip

[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff and Bloodhound Q50]
These niggas can't see me or be me (Bitch-ass niggas)
You know how the fuck we rockin', how the fuck we comin', man (We not puttin' shit up either, we not puttin' shit up)
These niggas hoes, man, yeah, gang (On folks grave, niggas want that smoke, come push up)