BloodHound Q50, Screwly G - Wrappers lyrics

Long live my brother
He probably killed your bitch-ass brother
(This shit gon' be crazy)
Let's go (Uh)

I wouldn't be me if I ain't shot at the whip
Stood over his ass, I ran out of shells
I gotta start bringin' an extra clip (Pew-pew)
Niggas had more hoes than a pimp
Folks made RoRo dyke ass trip
I keep my strap more than that bitch
Why the fuck is you tradin' pipes for attempts?
My Glock 23 more dirty than Tris
Fuck 95, they duckin' this shit
**** died, he couldn't duck this switch
Monkey in the middle'll get you blitzed
I'm BloodHound, so she wanna eat dick
If you take one, I'ma take your kit
Four bucks, that's just for a fit
Go, go



I'ma get to clappin' if I get the wrong vibe
I lost my brother, that's why I stay high
We was two deep, just out here slidin'
If you wanna be gang, drop an L, kill a Y
If you go catch a body, then you might get signed
Niggas be bitch, that shit a disguise
Go, go
Caught my first vic', it was sweet
Count them hats on both hands
Two more, then I'm countin' on my feet
Real-deal clapper, you know I'm elite
Right now I'm smokin' on Munchie G
It's me and Swerv in the SRT
Niggas be bitch, be duckin' that beef
Get your bitch ass out of the streets
Go, go

I wouldn't be me if I ain't shot at the whip
Stood over his ass, I ran out of shells
I gotta start bringin' an extra clip Niggas
Had more hoes than a pimp
Folks made RoRo dyke ass trip
I keep my strap more than that bitch
Why the fuck is you tradin' pipes for attempts?
My Glock 23 more dirty than Tris
Fuck 95, they duckin' this shit
**** died, he couldn't duck this switch
Monkey in the middle'll get you blitzed
I'm BloodHound, so she wanna eat dick
If you take one, I'ma take your kit
Four bucks, that's just for a fit
Go, go

Uh, uh, uhhuh
In the straight with 50, finna go on a hit (Yoom)
I done left blood on blocks
When I blew my Glock (Pew, pew)
Been steppin' on shit since a jit (Pew-pew)
Lil' bro love gettin' high so much
He'll rob a nigga just to pay for his kit (You know that)
Niggas be postin' them lil'-ass Rolls
And them weak-ass clothes
Spent that on my fit (Broke ass)
Opp bitch gave me some head
And made me mad
The bitch ain't usin' no spit (The fuck?)
I told the bitch to stop, get off my cock
Dumb bitch can't suck no dick (Gotta go)
Long live Scoom, if a bitch try to backdoor us
On folks, gon' clap that bitch (Fuck NeNe)
Long live Jeff, you would've clapped dude from Trap
If the switch ain't click, you piss (Fuck him too)
Hmm, alright, uh, fuck the 5
Niggas ain't on shit (Brrah)
Niggas don't post on the 3 no more
'cause niggas got shot every time
They spinned (They know that)
Before this rappin' shi
You can't name a block we ain't bent (You know that)
Nigga, we'll spin out of fishbowls
Bail out with two poles, huntin' tryna see
Where he went
(Where the fuck he goin'? Rrah, rrah)
Alright, uh, scope on the block
Tryna see where he went (Uh-huh)
Chase a nigga down tryna jump the gate
Ain't no gettin' away
Leave his ass on the fence
(There he go right there, rrah)
All he heard was switch and Drac' (Pew)
Then felt the shots, his ass couldn't flinch
I heard the bitch-ass nigga ain't die
Still felt that fire
We ain't seen him since (Ah-ha)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout bodies
Ain't got no body, that shit
Don't make no sense (The fuck?)
I heard the nigga got shot with five
But really was nine like 50 Cent
(Like Curtis Jackson)
Soon as we bounced out on him
He knew he was done
That nigga knew it was it
(That nigga knew it was over)
Soon as he fell on the ground
Bro gave him more rounds, yelled out
"I told you, bitch"

Bitch-ass nigga
Long live my brother, nigga
He probably killed your brother, nigga
Know that, nigga