BH4L Lyrics – BloodHound Q50, BloodHound Lil Jeff

Read the full BH4L lyrics by BloodHound Q50 and BloodHound Lil Jeff along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy BloodHound Q50's music, you can also explore Red Light and King Draco, two other songs by BloodHound Q50.

[Intro: BloodHound Q50]
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Make sure you keep all this s*it, this s*it 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)

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50 & BloodHound Lil Jeff]
I was bailing out, getting that fifty, how the fu*k think I got my name?
BloodHound, that's the gang, a body drop, n!ggas know they gon' say my name
Blew me, wanted me to start dumping, I'm in love with taking n!ggas' chains
Ten scales like a blind man walking and Emile, he got dog and 'caine
Me and Jeff like Giannis and Dame, step back, shoot a n!gga like Big Flame
N!ggas know I got bodies from state to state, in a meeting while I'm clapping n!ggas for the pape'
In a high-speed, it's me, 10 and Tank
I'll bust a n!gga brain, so I seen what he think
You ain't never kill a n!gga, you ain't got no rank (Go)

[Verse 2: BloodHound Lil Jeff & BloodHound Q50]
Last n!ggas 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
N!ggas beg for some clout, put 'em on a TV
Fu*k it, throw his dirty ass on a tee
Hop out, chase a n!gga in Amiri, Celine
Pulling up like Curry, switch shooting threes
Before the n!gga 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 hopping out while I'm driving the V (Go)

[Verse 3: BloodHound Q50]
N!gga, tell 'em free Hot, got thirty shots up in my Glock
I'll chase a n!gga down up in my sock (True story)
You can't name a drill I ain't shoot 'til it stop

I hawk n!ggas down 'til I see they ass drop
For my n!gga 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

[Verse 4: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Bailing out blowing, n!ggas running and tryna get low
Four-nick' got kick, knocked the feathers out his coat
N!ggas ducking the field, don't want no smoke
Every time I'm outside, on Live, drop a lo'
Finna run up on me, what the fu*k? Is you slow?
Got Mirco Drac' tucked up in the coat
And I won't think twice, b!tch, you know I'ma blow
Been balling like Michael, now they calling me the GOAT
Everything I do twice, if you know, you know

[Outro: BloodHound Q50 & BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Big Swerv shoot and drive, he the reason I'm slow, go
You ain't never had no second verse?
Uh-huh