Through The Ceiling Lyrics – Bloodhound Lil Jeff, BloodHound Q50

Read the full Through The Ceiling lyrics by Bloodhound Lil Jeff and BloodHound Q50 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bloodhound Lil Jeff’s music, you can also explore Blow The Switch and AR-15, two other songs by Bloodhound Lil Jeff.

[Intro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Go, brrt

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Back in the ‘Raq and (You know that), b!tch, it’s time to stand on business
Opps don’t play ’cause I get vicious (You know that)
And if they did, they got death wishes (Uh-huh)
He got hit twice in his fitted
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it
10 milli’ Glock’ll leave a n!gga wig split
Them ain’t my opps if they ain’t never did s*it
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot ’cause he was dissing
I advise you not to go against us (Don’t do that)
He tried to run, but fell ’cause I clipped him
He ain’t on s*it, a b!tch, I know the real him (I know it)
N!ggas be so fake, I can’t feel them (I can’t)
We don’t play with opps, we kill them (You know that)
I’ll put a n!gga right up top through the ceiling (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I ain’t ducking no smoke, n!ggas know we spinning
Can’t talk to God ’cause a n!gga still sinning (Uh-huh)
We the ones patching opps and standing on business (You know that)
Gen4 G-lock with a switch and a fifty (Brrt, brrt)
ARP, monkey nut, look like it got titties (Ayy)
Running n!ggas, working out, LA Fitness
Don’t tote no Glock if it ain’t got a switch (Brrt)
Saying pop on they block, that s*it sound fishy
Ain’t popping no Percs if that s*it look iffy
Hold on, I just bapped ’cause I love that fetty
Draco slash a n!gga like I had a machete
Meek Mill ass weird, can’t feel him, no Diddy
If I wanna sniff a Perc’, b!tch, that’s my business (My business)
N!ggas always die tryna mind the wrong business
B!tch, I really don’t bap, but I got ten fitteds
It’s ‘posed to be eleven right now, but he pending

Slide to a n!gga home, but I ain’t gon’ mention
I know Slide ass gone, but they tryna hold on
He got tapped in his dome, had to shave his ‘fro (Damn, damn)
I’m doing this s*it off the top, just flow (You know that)
When I jump, I don’t think, just blow (Uh-huh)
Four-nick’ put him down, he was yelling on the floor (Yep, yep, ah)
If I fu*k your ho, she gon’ drop your lo’
N!ggas tryna backdoor, but I just can’t go (I can’t)

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Back in the ‘Raq and, b!tch, it’s time to stand on business
Opps don’t play ’cause I get vicious
And if they did, they got death wishes
He got hit twice in his fitted (Brrt)
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it (I was)
10 milli’ Glock’ll leave a n!gga wig split (Wig split)
Them ain’t my opps if they ain’t never did s*it
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot ’cause he was dissing
I advise you not to go against us (Uh-uh)
He tried to run, but fell ’cause I clipped him (You know that)
He ain’t on s*it, a b!tch, I know the real him (Uh-huh)
N!ggas be so fake, I can’t feel them (I can’t)
We don’t play with opps, we kill them (Kill they ass)
I’ll put a n!gga right up top through the ceiling

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Still in the ‘Raq and, b!tch, I over stand on business
Just ’cause I rap, this s*it ain’t different
Posed’ be in the hills, but I’m out spinning
Two n!ggas dead because they was stealing
One n!gga dead because he was pissing
Another n!gga dead because of his pendant
We seen him in a fishbowl, left his ass swimming (Brrt)
I advice your ass ride tinted
We ride in hot cars, this ain’t rented
We got back, this s*it ain’t ending
These n!ggas b!tches, I don’t feel ’em
All I know is hop out killing
Put his ass on the news since he want attention
Y’all know what that mean if we go missing
Pop up on live once that s*it finished

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Back in the ‘Raq and (You know that), b!tch, it’s time to stand on business
Opps don’t play ’cause I get vicious (You know that)
And if they did, they got death wishes (Uh-huh)
He got hit twice in his fitted
Been know he was dead, was there when they did it
10 milli’ Glock’ll leave a n!gga wig split
Them ain’t my opps if they ain’t never did s*it
Every Glock we got got switches (Brrt)
He got shot ’cause he was dissing
I advise you not to go against us (Don’t do that)
He tried to run, but fell ’cause I clipped him
He ain’t on s*it, a b!tch, I know the real him (I know it)
N!ggas be so fake, I can’t feel them (I can’t)
We don’t play with opps, we kill them (You know that)
I’ll put a n!gga right up top through the ceiling (Brrt, brrt)

[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
We don’t play with opps, we kill them
Put a n!gga right up top through the ceiling