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slide & spray - bloodhound q50 lyrics

[intro: bloodhound q50 & kilo nightfall]
ayy, ayy, long live my dawgs, they probably slid on your b*tch*ass fam (blrrrd)
go, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, f*ck, uh
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

[chorus: bloodhound q50]
i wouldn’t be me if i ain’t clap at the whip (pew, pew)
stood over that n*gga ‘til my clip dry, then i pulled another clip (blrrrd)
pockets fat, racks on racks, f*ck a tip (fat)
n*gga talk tough, gettin’ hit quick, i don’t skip (nope)
glock thirty*three dirty as f*ck, that b*tch need a bath (blrrrd)
duckin’ in the streets, you scared as h*ll, feel the wrath (duck)
opps get turned to soup, monkey get blasted (blam)
i’m bloodhound, she wanna taste d*ck while i’m masked up (mask)
four bands for the drip, ten for the stick (bands)
go, go, yeah, uh

[verse 1: bloodhound q50 & kilo nightfall]
i slide with the strap, f*ck you peekin’, catch a clip in your back (catch it)
lost my bro too young, so i gotta keep that ratchet fat (blrrrd)
two deep in the whip, f*ck a squad, i’ll go ballistic (skrrt)
you fake gang, get exposed quick, my clip so vicious (pop, pop)
first body i caught, put him in the street like a rug (street)
count the l’s, yeah, he gone, i don’t need no plug (gone)
i smoke munchie g, sip lean, my vision blurry (lean)
pull up with swerv, paint the block, no worry (blrrrd)
n*gga duck, i fire, sh*lls hit metal, they curry (clack, clack)
street legend in these streets, they know my fury (facts)
i don’t play, i don’t cap, f*ck a snitch, we bury (dead)
go, go, yeah, blrrrd
[chorus: bloodhound q50]
i wouldn’t be me if i ain’t clap at the whip (pew, pew)
stood over that n*gga ‘til my clip dry, then i pulled another clip (blrrrd)
pockets fat, racks on racks, f*ck a tip (fat)
n*gga talk tough, gettin’ hit quick, i don’t skip (nope)
glock thirty*three dirty as f*ck, that b*tch need a bath (blrrrd)
duckin’ in the streets, you scared as h*ll, feel the wrath (duck)
opps get turned to soup, monkey get blasted (blam)
i’m bloodhound, she wanna taste d*ck while i’m masked up (mask)
four bands for the drip, ten for the stick (bands)
go, go, yeah, uh

[verse 2: kilo nightfall & bloodhound q50]
we them young k!llers, catch your bro with extensions (blrrrd, blrrrd)
all these glocks on deck, plus the choppers in the trenches (facts)
money tall, still k!ll for hire, that’s my sentence (on god)
opp took one to the face, vision gone, now he defenseless (blrrrd)
spin on his block ‘til dizzy, hit the gas, burn the whole sh*t down (skrrt, skrrt)
.223 in the clip, shoot precise, make that n*gga frown (bang)
ranned him down, flipped his car, then i put him on a tee (blrrrd)
lil’ boy a ‘za now, that mp15 did it neatly (ah, ah)
news crew call, he ain’t see the doc, straight to the morgue (facts)
7.62 plus a knife, now that hoe look like a sword (blrrrd)
switches at the crib, choppers at the plug, we prepared (blrrrd, blrrrd)
go, go, yeah, f*ck these n*ggas, uh
[chorus: bloodhound q50]
i wouldn’t be me if i ain’t clap at the whip (pew, pew)
stood over that n*gga ‘til my clip dry, then i pulled another clip (blrrrd)
pockets fat, racks on racks, f*ck a tip (fat)
n*gga talk tough, gettin’ hit quick, i don’t skip (nope)
glock thirty*three dirty as f*ck, that b*tch need a bath (blrrrd)
duckin’ in the streets, you scared as h*ll, feel the wrath (duck)
opps get turned to soup, monkey get blasted (blam)
i’m bloodhound, she wanna taste d*ck while i’m masked up (mask)
four bands for the drip, ten for the stick (bands)
go, go, yeah, uh

- bloodhound q50 lyrics

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