[Intro: BloodHound Q50]
Let's keep this bitch recordin'
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother, go
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
[Chorus: BloodHound Q50]
7.62 if a nigga act tough
I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch
Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club
Get the fuck off the bench, go catch you a bucket
When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin'
Micro Drac', yeah, sorry about all the ruckus, go
[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50 & Chuckyy]
A lot of these niggas be bap
I'm really done clapped, this shit ain't just a rap
Built in piece on the back of my strap
Let off twenty-five with just one tap
We box his ass in, then we made his ass rap (Slatt)
Big 10 milli' holes all in his scalp (Slatt)
He a bitch with a gun, that shit for the app, go
Glock 29 with a switch and you know that bitch came with a grip
Please don't run, don't trip, that's how Bougie got his ass killеd
Closed McDonald's, I don't wanna work shifts (Dumbass)
It's me and Kees in the back of thе whip
Won't touch that bop, she ain't tryna eat dick (Bitch), go
I got shot in the leg, they said I died
Thought he seen a ghost when I popped on Live
Screenshottin' your seats, tryna see what you drive
Still chuckin' up B's and still drop Y's (Die Y)
Been in a Mil' for too long, I done went out there and dropped some shit
Micro Mini Drac', wish it was fully, but ain't no stoppin' this, that's common sense
I'm only nineteen with eight fitteds, bitch
We them Boyz n the Hood, your bitch ass gettin' that door (Let me out the whip)
Had to bounce up out the Jeep, only had three runners in the fin
It's a man down on Marquette, now it's time to swap this Gen
I'm up eight, it would've ten if it wasn't for Spoony, if it wasn't for Glenn (No bap)
They want me to rap, but I'm still gon' spin
They took my brother, I need all they ass dead, go (Q50, where you at? I need three-fifty, brr)
[Chorus: BloodHound Q50]
7.62 if a nigga act tough
I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch
Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club
Get the fuck off the bench, go catch you a bucket
When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin'
Micro Drac', yeah, sorry about all the ruckus, go
[Verse 2: Chuckyy]
Go, uh, 7.62 if a nigga act tough
Bail out, give him ten while he standin' at the bus stop (Brr)
Switch on the back, leave a fuck nigga top bust
Uh, me and Milly D in the Q50, when we hit a nigga block, shot a couple, can't stop us
Uh, I ain't goin' back and forth with no opp, only time I do that when I'm tryna pull knots out
I ain't no rapper, I bailin' out blickin', a fuck nigga run up, his ass gettin' shot down (Brr, brr, brr)
Doggin' the straight, I ain't stoppin' at red lights, on Fred grave, I ain't goin' 2Pac style
Make a nigga go poof, we the only ones steppin' on shit, we the troops
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, who is you?
Blow first, think last, give a nigga the boot (Better know how to shoot, brr)
[Verse 3: Big Opp]
I'm the first one slidin' when it's time to go shoot
You a kid and you bangin', we killin' the youth
Walk down a nigga block dressed up in a suit
Shoot his ass in his mouth, now I knocked out a tooth
We step on shit, niggas know that's the truth
Heard a nigga block hot, so we changin' the route
Finna hit a nigga block in a Q50, if we catch him and his friend, we killin' him too
Me and Q50 out, just ridin', late night slidin', got a drop, finna pick up Chuckyy
Niggas be rappin', my niggas be clappin', comparin' to us, you niggas ain't nothin'
Reach for my chain and get hit with a button
You goofy-ass nigga, I ain't doin' no tusslin'
Step on shit, I ain't doin' no stuntin'
Step back, shoot a three and I'm smackin' the bucket, Opp
[Chorus: BloodHound Q50]
7.62 if a nigga act tough
I was spinnin' on shit when I still had a crutch
Brand new kit off a nigga tryna club
Get the fuck off the bench, go catch you a bucket
When that switch start spittin', ain't no runnin' or duckin'
Micro Drac', yeah, sorry about all the ruckus, go
