"Stretched" lyrics
Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert Lyrics
Bitch, ah-ha (Ayo, X9)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert (Bitch)
Uh, what? (Gang, gang)
I ain't spinnin' with no nigga if I gotta question you
This new Glock, it hit a nigga, it kill a nigga right next to you (Bah)
They say that that lil' boy savage, they don't know he extra brew' (They don't know he extra goofy)
When them shots get to spittin', 10 milli' bullets go extra through (Brrt, brrt, brrt, dummy)
If you diss up on the gang, I catch you lackin', I'm stretchin' you (I'ma stretch your ass)
Pour a four up in my pop and I call Tay for extra juice (For extra red)
I can't fuck up on my bop because I don't even know what she gon' put me through (Backdoor gang)
But if you try to put me through, I'm sendin' shots right at your boo (Grrah, grrah)
I could post up on the 9, we call that bitch the fuckin' zoo (That's my shit, nigga)
I be still bendin' blocks, all way from Chatham to Woodlawn too (I be lookin' for the opps, nigga)
And if I gave your ass a pass, that was just God blessin' you (That blessin' you, nigga)
And if I ever sign a deal, I'ma have bronem flexin' too (You know who we doin' it for)
Pop a 90, that's three pills, and I call Percs for extra boost (For extra boost, nigga)
This new striker go too fast, I tap the gas for extra boost (Yoom)
That lil' bitch, she wanna fuck, just call your friend, I'm stretchin' two (I'm stretchin' two hoes)
You can't run from these bullets, if you do, they catchin' you (They catchin' you, dude)
Man, your ass not a savage, you ain't got a hat or two (A hat or two)
Hit his bitch and I even ain't tell him 'cause that's some shit a rat'll do
We was ridin' through the opps, I saw one lackin', I'm stretchin' you, haha (Ooh, damn, I saw one lackin', I'm stretchin' dude)
Caught one nigga lackin' at the store
Tried to run, but you know he too slow
Five shots, he stretched in the door
Then lil' cuz gave him ten more
Drac' loud like a bomb when I blow
Rollie dance like a light to the show
Step back, don't get too close
Don't think, all I do is just blow (Brrt)
A hundred shots ain't enough, I need more (I need more)
Caught one nigga lackin' in a bowl (Lackin' in a bowl)
He looked up like he saw a fuckin' ghost (A fuckin' ghost)
He dead, won't get up no more (Get up no more)
He dead, gon' miss him for sure (Miss him for sure)
With the Drac', boy, you know I'm too cold (Know I'm too cold)
Hold on, Ari callin' my phone
Bitch, I don't play games, I'm grown (Bitch, I'm grown)
Fuck his bitch, give me top, and I'm gone (Vyoom)
Fifty shots in my Glock and I'm blowin' (Brrt)
I'm scorin', this shit free-throwin' (Brrt)
She hoin', I'm already knowin' (Brrt, brrt)
I don't really even trust no ho
I don't really even trust no bitch
One thing a nigga trust is Draco, me, I'ma shoot this bitch
This bitch, it ain't got kick
This bitch, it ain't gon' switch
Got fifties with that switch, you talk and get hit in your shit
I'm really from the hood and, nigga, you can't claim this shit
79 BloodHound, that's the gang, lil' bitch (Bitch)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert (Bitch)
Uh, what? (Gang, gang)
I ain't spinnin' with no nigga if I gotta question you
This new Glock, it hit a nigga, it kill a nigga right next to you (Bah)
They say that that lil' boy savage, they don't know he extra brew' (They don't know he extra goofy)
When them shots get to spittin', 10 milli' bullets go extra through (Brrt, brrt, brrt, dummy)
If you diss up on the gang, I catch you lackin', I'm stretchin' you (I'ma stretch your ass)
Pour a four up in my pop and I call Tay for extra juice (For extra red)
I can't fuck up on my bop because I don't even know what she gon' put me through (Backdoor gang)
But if you try to put me through, I'm sendin' shots right at your boo (Grrah, grrah)
I could post up on the 9, we call that bitch the fuckin' zoo (That's my shit, nigga)
I be still bendin' blocks, all way from Chatham to Woodlawn too (I be lookin' for the opps, nigga)
And if I gave your ass a pass, that was just God blessin' you (That blessin' you, nigga)
And if I ever sign a deal, I'ma have bronem flexin' too (You know who we doin' it for)
Pop a 90, that's three pills, and I call Percs for extra boost (For extra boost, nigga)
This new striker go too fast, I tap the gas for extra boost (Yoom)
That lil' bitch, she wanna fuck, just call your friend, I'm stretchin' two (I'm stretchin' two hoes)
You can't run from these bullets, if you do, they catchin' you (They catchin' you, dude)
Man, your ass not a savage, you ain't got a hat or two (A hat or two)
Hit his bitch and I even ain't tell him 'cause that's some shit a rat'll do
We was ridin' through the opps, I saw one lackin', I'm stretchin' you, haha (Ooh, damn, I saw one lackin', I'm stretchin' dude)
Caught one nigga lackin' at the store
Tried to run, but you know he too slow
Five shots, he stretched in the door
Then lil' cuz gave him ten more
Drac' loud like a bomb when I blow
Rollie dance like a light to the show
Step back, don't get too close
Don't think, all I do is just blow (Brrt)
A hundred shots ain't enough, I need more (I need more)
Caught one nigga lackin' in a bowl (Lackin' in a bowl)
He looked up like he saw a fuckin' ghost (A fuckin' ghost)
He dead, won't get up no more (Get up no more)
He dead, gon' miss him for sure (Miss him for sure)
With the Drac', boy, you know I'm too cold (Know I'm too cold)
Hold on, Ari callin' my phone
Bitch, I don't play games, I'm grown (Bitch, I'm grown)
Fuck his bitch, give me top, and I'm gone (Vyoom)
Fifty shots in my Glock and I'm blowin' (Brrt)
I'm scorin', this shit free-throwin' (Brrt)
She hoin', I'm already knowin' (Brrt, brrt)
I don't really even trust no ho
I don't really even trust no bitch
One thing a nigga trust is Draco, me, I'ma shoot this bitch
This bitch, it ain't got kick
This bitch, it ain't gon' switch
Got fifties with that switch, you talk and get hit in your shit
I'm really from the hood and, nigga, you can't claim this shit
79 BloodHound, that's the gang, lil' bitch (Bitch)
