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Bloodhound Lil Jeff
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Set myself up like that
(I was tryna steal dude weed, foe)
Brrt
30 shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend (You know that)
That nigga ran off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend (You know that)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know I spin (You know that)
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend (Uh-uh)
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend (You know that)
When you see me don't smile, don't think im playin' (Don't think that)
This Gen5 Glock, this bitch won't jam (Uh-uh)
Fuck my new opps, and, bitch fuck Bam (Fuck Bam)
Slide caught a flight and still ain't land (Damn)
TRX this bitch a RAM (This bitch a RAM)
Thought we was cool, your ass ain't gang (Goofy)
We left the opps soaked in the rain
Switchy, fifty, hit his face (Brrt, brrt)
Thought he was safe, pulled where he stay
Don't want no Glocks pass me the Drac' (Uh-uh)
Kick down your door and take your safe (You know dat)
Before I go to sleep I pray, that I catch a opp next day
I spank ass then I skip states (You know that)
Only get a pass if your shit fake
I don't steal, bitch I take
When it's time to hit a lick, put on my cape (Damn)
12 tried to box me in, wrong guy, you're late
Tried to chase me on foot started hoppin' gates (You know that)
I treat the bird, fuck the jakes (Skrrt)
Havin' shootouts every state (You know that)
Bounce out why you runnin' when you know that I'ma chase you?
I'm in Bali on the hills, i was just in the basement (Damn)
Abort the mission, don't want no baby
I lost my mind, but i ain't shit like Jason (I ain't)
This big-ass Glock never had a .380
This big-ass chop like it came from the Navy
We want top sliders, niggas with faces
Don't want your bop, that bitch too basic
Niggas want clout and they always chasin'
Can't hit this wood, bitch im facin'
(You can't, fuck out my face, lil boy)
30 shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend
That nigga ran off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend
(Brrt)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know i'll spin
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend
Uh-uh bitch, your ass do not blend
This shit, i cannot fake, i cannot pretend
You know that
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