In Your Home

[Intro: BloodHound Q50]
Gettin' that
Folks grave
Haha, folks grave
Folks grave

[Verse 1: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Pullin' up, hoppin' out while the car still in drive
Vert hop out, blitz, fuck 'em up from both sides
Chased him all the way from Princeton, on his back the whole time
Blowin' auto full in traffic, never cared, I ain't lyin'
Nigga never played with me, you can't name one time
Last nigga got chased all the way in his home
Fuck Leal, roll him up, put his ass in every song
I ain't doin' no writin', this shit off the dome
Nigga play, he lay, we bust his dome
Say you smokin' on Z, get filled up with chrome
Lil Pooh dissed Z, now Lil Pooh gone
You know that shit never take too long
Layin' in a nigga grass until he come home
Niggas think this shit a game 'til a nigga get smoked
Niggas shootin' at legs tryna to add it to the score
Only shootin' at heads, now his casket closed

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Trappin ain't dead (Dead), we just out here clappin' shit (Clappin' shit)
Treat his ass just like some acne, give his ass a facial kit (Brrt)
We pull up, send shots, we dip
We pull up, send shots at your Lyft
We gon' spin and spin again (Spin)
Left on the floor, I'm talkin' 'bout Glenn (Huh?)
23 with fifty shots, bounce out the car, hit you and your mans (Brrt)
He couldn't run, couldn't make it far (Uh-uh)
Caught two in the same car (Where you goin'?)
Them niggas from the same block (Block)
I'm tryna swap the same Glock (Brrt)
Free the guys, fuck the opps (Free 'em, fuck 'em)
You niggas know how the fuck we rock (Rock, nigga)

[Verse 3: Rell Vert]
Catch a nigga lackin', we gon' bail out the car, hell nah, we don't shoot out the window (Uh, uh)
They uppin' that lil'-ass gun on live, lil' nigga, you better go spin, bro
Fuck my opps, I'm into with my kinfolks (Folk)
Hit they block, them niggas, they get low (Brrt)
Got that drop from one of my lil' hoes (Lo')
10 milli' Glock, remember had lil' poles
Hit his ass up and now he got big holes (Brrt)
Take a nigga down and now my wrist froze
Run in the crib, my shorties, they kick doors
I knew he was dead, shorty was still froze
He got hit with like three poles, the Drac', the Gen5, and 4
We spin in rain, sleet, and snow, left him face down in the cold