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bloodhound lil jeff - trx lyrics

[intro]
set myself up like that
brrt (i was tryna steal dude weed, foe)

[chorus]
thirty shot glock 10 go through you and your man
i’m slimin’ you out even if you my friend (you know that)
that n+gga ranned off, bet he won’t run again
i’ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
we slide, jump out, k!ll you and your friend (you know that)
i might troll on the ‘net, but they know i spin (you know that)
this sh+t all raw, i cannot pretend (uh+uh)
my gang full of savages, your ass do not blend (you know that)

[verse]
when you see me don’t smile, don’t think i’m playin’ (don’t think that)
this gen5 glock, this b+tch won’t jam (uh+uh)
f+ck my new opps and, b+tch, f+ck bam (f+ck bam)
slide caught a flight and still ain’t land (d+mn)
trx, this b+tch a ram (this b+tch 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, pull where he stay
don’t want no glock, pass mе the drac’ (uh+uh)
kick down your door and take your safe (you know that)
bеfore i go to sleep, i pray that i catch an opp next day
i spank ass, then i skip states (you know that)
only get a pass if your sh+t fake
i don’t steal, b+tch, i take
when it’s time to hit a l!ck, i put on my cape (d+mn)
12 tried to box me in, wrong guy, you late
tried to chase me on foot, started hoppin’ gates (you know that)
i treat the bird, f+ck the jakes (skrrt)
havin’ shootouts every state (you know that)
bounce out, why you runnin’ when you know that i’ma chase you? (brrt, brrt)
i’m in bali on the hills, i was just in the bas+m+nt (d+mn)
abort the mission, don’t want no baby
i lost my mind, but i ain’t sh+t like jason (i ain’t)
this a big+ass glock, never had a .380
this a big+ass chop like it came from the navy
we want top sliders, n+ggas with faces
don’t want your bop, that b+tch too basic
n+ggas want clout and they always chasin’
can’t hit this ‘wood, b+tch, i’m facin’ (you can’t, f+ck out my face, lil’ boy)
[chorus]
thirty shot glock 10 go through you and your man
i’m slimin’ you out even if you my friend
that n+gga ranned off, bet he won’t run again
i’ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
we slide, jump out, k!ll you and your friend (brrt)
i might troll on the ‘net, but they know i spin
this sh+t all raw, i cannot pretend
my gang full of savages, your ass do not blend

[outro]
uh+uh, b+tch, your ass do not blend
this sh+t, i cannot fake, i cannot pretend
you know that

- bloodhound lil jeff lyrics

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