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bloodhound lil jeff - fighting death (og) lyrics

[intro: bloodhound q50]
gang
y’all know how the f+ck we bummin man
bloodhound forreal n+gga
y’all can take this sh+t out if y’all want to
gang

[verse 1: bloodhound q50]
throw that mask on when i jumped out first, you know i blitz
i remember on my first, some blood said how bout blitz
n+ggas know who run the bitty, check the stats b+tch
and we got peas all in the f+ckin trap and sh+t
don’t f+ck with other n+ggas they f+ck with other n+ggas
i dumped a 50, switched a clip and called another n+gga
ask about me see what happened to that other n+gga
i’m really that, you can’t compare me to no other n+gga
you see you still in front of bloods that got your homie k!lled
i popped out broad day and i caught his f+ckin’ brother with him
only thing we duck and twirl, you know we ain’t duckin’ n+ggas
n+ggas mad up over a chain, your old ass gon’ get hit
og heard about the news, and shе called a n+gga
i told her mama i’m the onе that’s out here clappin n+ggas
you n+ggas really gotta know who you be f+ckin’ with
every time we see blue lights, you know we f+ckin’ dip
they not outside, we never see them on they f+ckin’ strip
they weren’t on that block so we went and split up on the strip
just me and foenem steady spinnin’ through the west
blood how we in the game we a brother ship
get in the gym i never leave my f+ckin’ brother b+tch
gang, gang, ayy, look
i say b+tch you know i took my glocky, n+ggas movin’ wacky
gotta stay up on point you know i ain’t movin sloppy
i’ma make her oppas top me use the low she droppin
we came back dumpin’ at them n+ggas caught another bottom

[chorus: bloodhound lil jeff]
i’m king draco, got my name off drac’ and splittin’ n+ggas’ sh+t
jump out them whips, they get to runnin’, fallin’, trippin’ over sh+t
i got too mad ’bout my lil’ bousin, glock 23 and he can’t miss (brrt, brrt)
swing on me like fightin’ death (uh+huh), f+ck 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 bagged him up just like a zip

[verse 2: bloodhound lil jeff]
just left the striker by an exit
we tote glocks, no smith & wessons
if he sneeze, give him a blessin’ and send his dumb ass right to heaven
n+ggas b+tches, 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 n+ggas 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 n+ggas out for fun
always got the biggest gun (alright, alright)
can’t compare, i’m one of one (alright, gang)

[outro: bloodhound lil jeff and bloodhound q50]
these n+ggas can’t see me or be me (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
you know how the f+ck we rockin’, how the f+ck we comin’, man (we not puttin’ sh+t up either, we not puttin’ sh+t up)
these n+ggas hoes, man, yeah, gang (on folks grave, n+ggas want that smoke, come push up)

- bloodhound lil jeff lyrics

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