"Lemon Lime" lyrics
Bloodhound Lil Jeff Lyrics
(feat. BloodHound Q50)
Go, you know how the fuck we rocking man
Mm, ooh
I'm high as hell
Umm, mmm
I pop out and I drive and when we slidin' I don't do assist
In traffic I'm ridin' hundred shots none less up in my whip
These rats they steady poutin' but I'm still slimy, quick to hit a capper
If a nigga taxin' I'm quick to show a nigga I'm a taker
Tryna get a M I need it now bitch I can't wait till later
How the fuck is you speakin' on my name, yo ass don't got no paper
Don't step on shit we stomp, once you get caught you gonna meet yo maker
They smacked us on Cottage, hit the gas ain't even want to chase her
Lemon squeeze up on the XD, but I like the glizzy cal'
Life it gave me lemons, we put fours inside a lemon lime
Spinnin' it ain't new to me, I did that shit like plenty times
Can't talk no gangster shit on the internet, especially when your niggas dying
I hit his ass with thirty shots
This Glock too hot I had to swap
You run, we chase, won't make it far
He hit the floor we split his top
One eighty the dash in my car
He DOA fuck Jackson Park
This switch blow fast it hit you hard, .357 shells in my Glock
(Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Givin shots like lemon drops
Q50 got the city hot
Bail out fin-fin with that fifty, I know y'all seen that shit on spot
Did a hit up in Amiri, but I can't go out like Kay Flock
Switched a nigga in his face, now they ass scared to go up top (Brrt, brrt, fa, fa, gang)
Niggas know how we rock (Pow, brrt)
Niggas can't post up top (Pow)
Niggas know that we do on spot (They can't go up top)
On foenem
Brrt, Die Y man (brrt, brrt)
Know how the fuck we rockin man (Brrt)
Another body dropped
You know that (Brrt, gave him plenty shots)
Aye lo-, Yeah on foe'nem
Let me hear that, I think that's it right there (They can't go up top)
Brrt, brrt, fa, they can't go up top
Mm, ooh
I'm high as hell
Umm, mmm
I pop out and I drive and when we slidin' I don't do assist
In traffic I'm ridin' hundred shots none less up in my whip
These rats they steady poutin' but I'm still slimy, quick to hit a capper
If a nigga taxin' I'm quick to show a nigga I'm a taker
Tryna get a M I need it now bitch I can't wait till later
How the fuck is you speakin' on my name, yo ass don't got no paper
Don't step on shit we stomp, once you get caught you gonna meet yo maker
They smacked us on Cottage, hit the gas ain't even want to chase her
Lemon squeeze up on the XD, but I like the glizzy cal'
Life it gave me lemons, we put fours inside a lemon lime
Spinnin' it ain't new to me, I did that shit like plenty times
Can't talk no gangster shit on the internet, especially when your niggas dying
I hit his ass with thirty shots
This Glock too hot I had to swap
You run, we chase, won't make it far
He hit the floor we split his top
One eighty the dash in my car
He DOA fuck Jackson Park
This switch blow fast it hit you hard, .357 shells in my Glock
(Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Givin shots like lemon drops
Q50 got the city hot
Bail out fin-fin with that fifty, I know y'all seen that shit on spot
Did a hit up in Amiri, but I can't go out like Kay Flock
Switched a nigga in his face, now they ass scared to go up top (Brrt, brrt, fa, fa, gang)
Niggas know how we rock (Pow, brrt)
Niggas can't post up top (Pow)
Niggas know that we do on spot (They can't go up top)
On foenem
Brrt, Die Y man (brrt, brrt)
Know how the fuck we rockin man (Brrt)
Another body dropped
You know that (Brrt, gave him plenty shots)
Aye lo-, Yeah on foe'nem
Let me hear that, I think that's it right there (They can't go up top)
Brrt, brrt, fa, they can't go up top
