Murder Gang Bloodhound
[Intro: Saint300]
Murder gang shit
4 gang shit, n***a
Ay, who that is?
[Verse 1: Saint300, BloodHound Q50]
Put a stick in the dirt, it ain't no coming back
First time I seen an opp be smoked, I fell in love with that
Married to the streets, deep in the mix, I got that Royal pack
This the dead end of Lilly Street, them real top hats
Heard them gun shots, a n***a smoked, somebody got 'em whacked
Don't do that sneak dissing on the internet and think you won't get smacked
It's the Murder Gang, you know we gon' send them shots (Fah, fah-fah-fah)
It's the Murder Gang, you know we gon' send them shots and spin the block back
I'm high as hell, I'm smoking seven grams, in this baseball bat
Sloppy Joes stay getting n***as indicted, I can't play 'bout that
I just tap-danced, on a [?]
Went to the clubs, do the dirty dishes, I'm heavy in the trap
I had my mind made since I was young, I'll get you n***as clapped up, don't steal shit
Ay, I'll get you n***as clapped, don't steal shit
I'll get you n***as clapped, don't steal shit (Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother)
I'll get your ass knocked off and get your head tapped
[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Go
Go
Go
Y'all seen what happened to them n***as that was stealin'
Whole year later them n***as still trendin'
Whole year later that bitch still pendin'
Back to back free chains, them bitches came with pendants
This shit right here feel better than Christmas
Bitch sucked this dick, better mind her business
If a n***a ain't shoot then his ass a witness
It's me and Jeff spinning, them n***as still victims
I need a Perc' 30 right now, I'm having symptoms
Go
Go
Go
[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Back to back free chains, them bitches came with a pendant, this shit right here feel better than Christmas
Bitch sucked this dick, better mind her business
If a n***a ain't shoot then his ass a witness
Murder gang shit
4 gang shit, n***a
Ay, who that is?
[Verse 1: Saint300, BloodHound Q50]
Put a stick in the dirt, it ain't no coming back
First time I seen an opp be smoked, I fell in love with that
Married to the streets, deep in the mix, I got that Royal pack
This the dead end of Lilly Street, them real top hats
Heard them gun shots, a n***a smoked, somebody got 'em whacked
Don't do that sneak dissing on the internet and think you won't get smacked
It's the Murder Gang, you know we gon' send them shots (Fah, fah-fah-fah)
It's the Murder Gang, you know we gon' send them shots and spin the block back
I'm high as hell, I'm smoking seven grams, in this baseball bat
Sloppy Joes stay getting n***as indicted, I can't play 'bout that
I just tap-danced, on a [?]
Went to the clubs, do the dirty dishes, I'm heavy in the trap
I had my mind made since I was young, I'll get you n***as clapped up, don't steal shit
Ay, I'll get you n***as clapped, don't steal shit
I'll get you n***as clapped, don't steal shit (Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother)
I'll get your ass knocked off and get your head tapped
[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Go
Go
Go
Y'all seen what happened to them n***as that was stealin'
Whole year later them n***as still trendin'
Whole year later that bitch still pendin'
Back to back free chains, them bitches came with pendants
This shit right here feel better than Christmas
Bitch sucked this dick, better mind her business
If a n***a ain't shoot then his ass a witness
It's me and Jeff spinning, them n***as still victims
I need a Perc' 30 right now, I'm having symptoms
Go
Go
Go
[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Back to back free chains, them bitches came with a pendant, this shit right here feel better than Christmas
Bitch sucked this dick, better mind her business
If a n***a ain't shoot then his ass a witness