[Intro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
(Judeh Productions)
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Yeah, yeah, all that (Old-ass goofy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Die Y, fuck the opps, man
These niggas know how the fuck we rockin'
These niggas know who we talkin’ to too, bitch-ass niggas
[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 my 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 bag him up just like a zip
[Verse 1: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert]
Just rеady the striker by an exit
Wе 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)
[Verse 2: Rell Vert]
Long live Jeff, he was one of none
When you talk about bodies, bro up a ton
Nigga diss my bro, cut out his tongue
Nigga say he want smoke, cut out his lungs
Do him so dirty, he got popped while his nigga run (Let's go)
Made him fall, we was doin' this shit just for fun
Ain't got your blick, you better shoot or you better run, uh, uh (Run then, scary-ass nigga)
But I always keep my blick
Catch an opp, he get hit in his shit
79 my block, who you see me with (Let's go)
Won't tote no Glock if it ain't got a stick (Uh-uh)
And that bitch gotta have a switch
A Glock 23 got lighter kick (Kick)
I'll shoot a nigga, I ain't with all that fightin' shit
Lil' bitch a ho and you think I'm gon' wife you, bitch?
If I get locked, hope a bitch never write me shit
A Drac' and a hot, got that Lil Jeff type of kit (That's him)
Won't get in that car if it ain't got a tint (Uh-uh)
You tellin' me slide, but you ain't never slid (Did shit)
79 my block, type of shit I represent
He was woofin' online, next week, he heaven sent (Woofin'-ass nigga)
I'm still in the 'Raq, check my residence
Mask and gloves, leave no evidence
Lil Vert turnt up, gotta look like the president
Lil Vert up next, your boyfriend on fentanyl (Dumbass)
Don't care if it's rainin', we gon' spin, fuck the weather (Brrt)
Four niggas fucked him up and now he a faggot
Can't compete with me, every opp I'm better than (Uh)
Bitch love me, she talkin' 'bout I'm heaven sent (I'm heaven sent)
Fucked her friend, ain't leave no evidence (On bro)
(Look, I was just up on the block with a big-ass Glock, I ain't duckin' shit)
Nigga wanna rap beef, I ain't with it, catch a bucket, bitch
Niggas be on sucker shit, talkin' 'bout did I fuck his bitch
Catch an opp and bust his shit
I throw an oop, foe scored a bucket, bitch
[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 my 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 bag him up just like a zip, gang
[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
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)
