Wrappers

[Intro: BloodHound Q50]
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Go (Uh)

[Chorus: BloodHound Q50]
I wouldn't be me if I shot out the whip
Stood over his ass 'til I ran out of shells, I gotta start bringin' an extra clip (Pew-pew)
Nigga had more hoes than a pimp
Folks made RoRo dyke ass trip
I keep my strap more than that bitch
Why the fuck is you tradin' pipes for attempts?
My Glock 23 more dirty than Tris
Fuck 95, they duckin' this shit
**** died, he couldn't duck this switch
Monkey in the middle'll get you blitzed
I'm BloodHound, so she wanna eat dick
If Tae want it, I'ma take your kit
Four bucks, that's just for a fit
Go, go

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50]
I'ma get to clappin' if I get the wrong vibe
I lost my brother, that's why I stay high
We was two deep, just out here slidin'
If you wanna be gang, drop an L, kill a Y
If you go catch a body, then you might get signed
Niggas be bitch, that shit a disguise
Go, go
Caught my first vic', it was sweet
Count them hats on both hands, two more, then I'm countin' on my feet
Real-deal clapper, you know I'm elite
Right now I'm smokin' on Munchie G
It's me and Swerv in a SRT
Niggas be bitch, be duckin' that beef
Get your bitch ass out of the streets
Go, go

[Chorus: BloodHound Q50, BloodHound Q50 & Screwly G]
I wouldn't be me if I shot out the whip
Stood over his ass 'til I ran out of shells, I gotta start bringin' an extra clip
Nigga had more hoes than a pimp
Folks made RoRo dyke ass trip
I keep my strap more than that bitch
Why the fuck is you tradin' pipes for attempts?
My Glock 23 more dirty than Tris
Fuck 95, they duckin' this shit
**** died, he couldn't duck this switch
Monkey in the middle'll get you blitzed
I'm BloodHound, so she wanna eat dick
If Tae want it, I'ma take your kit
Four bucks, that's just for a fit
Go, go

[Verse 2: Screwly G]
Uh, uh, uh-huh
In the straight with 50, finna go on a hit (Yoom)
I done left blood on blocks when I blew my Glock, been steppin' on shit since a jit (Pew, pew, pew-pew)
Lil' bro love gettin' high so much, he'll rob a nigga just to pay for his kit (You know that)
Niggas be postin' them lil'-ass Rolls and them weak-ass clothes, spent that on my fit (Broke ass)
Opp bitch gave me some head and made me mad, the bitch ain't usin' no spit (The fuck?)
I told the bitch to stop, get off my cock, dumb bitch can't suck no dick (Gotta go)
Long live Scoom, if a bitch try to backdoor us, on folks, gon' clap that bitch (Fuck NeNe)
Long live Jeff, you would've clapped dude from Trap, if the switch ain't click, you piss (Fuck him too)
Hmm, alright, uh, fuck the 5, niggas ain't on shit (Grrah)
Niggas don't post on the 3 no more 'cause niggas got shot every time they spinned (They know that)
Before this rappin' shit, we was wrappin' shit, you can't name a block we ain't bent (You know that)
Nigga, we'll spin out of fishbowls, bail out with two poles, huntin' tryna see where he went (Where the fuck he goin'? Rrah, rrah)
Alright, uh, scope on the block tryna see where he went (Uh-huh)
Chase a nigga down tryna jump the gate, ain't no gettin' away, leave his ass on the fence (There he go right there, rrah)
All he heard was switch and Drac' (Pew), then felt the shots, his ass couldn't flinch
I heard the bitch-ass nigga ain't die, still felt that fire, we ain't seen him since (Ah-ha)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout bodies, ain't got no body, that shit don't make no sense (The fuck?)
I heard the nigga got shot with five, but really was nine like 50 Cent (Like Curtis Jackson)
Soon as we bounced out on him, he knew he was done, that nigga knew it was it (That nigga knew it was over)
Soon as he fell on the ground, bro gave him more rounds, yelled out, "I told you, bitch"

[Outro: Screwly G]
Bitch-ass nigga
Long live my brother, nigga, he probably killed your brother, nigga
Know that, nigga
Fuck the opps crazy, nigga
Grrah