"BH4L" lyrics
(feat. Bloodhound Q50)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Make sure you keep all this shit, this shit free
That too (Judeh Productions)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Nah, start it, start it back from when the beat drop, like start it a lil' closer)
I was bailin' out, gettin' that fifty, how the fuck think I got my name?
BloodHound, that's the gang, a body drop, niggas know they gon' say my name
Blew at me, wanted me to start dumpin', I'm in love with takin' niggas' chains
Tayski ass like a blind man walkin', and that mean he got dog and cane
Me and Jeff like Giannis and Dame, step back, shoot a nigga like Big Flame
Niggas know I got bodies from state to state, in the Mil, I'm clappin' niggas for the pape'
In a high-speed, it's me, 10 and Tank
I'll bust a nigga brain, so I seen what he think
You ain't never kill a nigga, you ain't got no rank (Go)
Last niggas had played, got 'em gone same week
Got a hundred-round clip on a fully ARP
And you know I keep Micro Drac' on me
Niggas beg for some clout, put 'em on a TV
Fuck it, throw his dirty ass on a tee
Hop out, chase a nigga in Amiri, Celine
Pullin' up like Curry, switch shootin' threes
Before the nigga died, he screamed
Put the flash to his face, he forgot to say cheese
Lil T real wild, quick to bounce out on feet
Know I'm still hoppin' out while I'm drivin' the V (Go)
Nigga, tell 'em free Hot, got thirty shots up in my Glock
I'll chase a nigga down up in my sock (True story)
You can't name a drill I ain't shoot 'til it stop
I hawk niggas down 'til I see they ass drop
For my nigga Z, they can't trap on they block
The news might give us a sponsor from all them headlines on Fox
I wish you could've seen his face before we clapped his ass up in the car
We dish out free smoke to anybody, your ass ain't even gotta be an opp, go
Bailin' out blowin', niggas runnin' and tryna get low
Four-nick' got kick, knocked the feathers out his coat
Niggas duckin' the field, don't want no smoke
Every time I'm outside, on Live, drop a lo'
Finna run up on me, what the fuck? Is you slow?
Got Mirco Drac' tucked up in the coat
And I won't think twice, bitch, you know I'ma blow
Been ballin' like Michael, now they callin' me the GOAT
Everything I do twice, if you know, you know
Big Swerv shoot and drive, he the reason I'm slow, go
You ain't never had no second verse?
Uh-huh
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Make sure you keep all this shit, this shit free
That too (Judeh Productions)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm (Nah, start it, start it back from when the beat drop, like start it a lil' closer)
I was bailin' out, gettin' that fifty, how the fuck think I got my name?
BloodHound, that's the gang, a body drop, niggas know they gon' say my name
Blew at me, wanted me to start dumpin', I'm in love with takin' niggas' chains
Tayski ass like a blind man walkin', and that mean he got dog and cane
Me and Jeff like Giannis and Dame, step back, shoot a nigga like Big Flame
Niggas know I got bodies from state to state, in the Mil, I'm clappin' niggas for the pape'
In a high-speed, it's me, 10 and Tank
I'll bust a nigga brain, so I seen what he think
You ain't never kill a nigga, you ain't got no rank (Go)
Last niggas had played, got 'em gone same week
Got a hundred-round clip on a fully ARP
And you know I keep Micro Drac' on me
Niggas beg for some clout, put 'em on a TV
Fuck it, throw his dirty ass on a tee
Hop out, chase a nigga in Amiri, Celine
Pullin' up like Curry, switch shootin' threes
Before the nigga died, he screamed
Put the flash to his face, he forgot to say cheese
Lil T real wild, quick to bounce out on feet
Know I'm still hoppin' out while I'm drivin' the V (Go)
Nigga, tell 'em free Hot, got thirty shots up in my Glock
I'll chase a nigga down up in my sock (True story)
You can't name a drill I ain't shoot 'til it stop
I hawk niggas down 'til I see they ass drop
For my nigga Z, they can't trap on they block
The news might give us a sponsor from all them headlines on Fox
I wish you could've seen his face before we clapped his ass up in the car
We dish out free smoke to anybody, your ass ain't even gotta be an opp, go
Bailin' out blowin', niggas runnin' and tryna get low
Four-nick' got kick, knocked the feathers out his coat
Niggas duckin' the field, don't want no smoke
Every time I'm outside, on Live, drop a lo'
Finna run up on me, what the fuck? Is you slow?
Got Mirco Drac' tucked up in the coat
And I won't think twice, bitch, you know I'ma blow
Been ballin' like Michael, now they callin' me the GOAT
Everything I do twice, if you know, you know
Big Swerv shoot and drive, he the reason I'm slow, go
You ain't never had no second verse?
Uh-huh
