Don’t Wanna Talk Lyrics – BloodHound Q50

Read the full Don’t Wanna Talk lyrics by BloodHound Q50 from the album Get Back Or Die Trying along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Go
Long live my brother, he did kill your b!tch-ass brother
Go

[Verse 1]
Caught bodies myself, but when the jakes come I don’t wanna talk ’bout nothing
We killed yo homie, n!gga, come get back, he got hit with this button
If you seen what I seen on these drills lil’ n!gga, you’ll say it’s looking disgusting
I fu*k a lot of hoes, so you know I ain’t trusting
Got a stu’ at 9, BloodHound get it bussing
Drac’ shots in my ear sound like David Russell

Smack a b!tch with my gun, she doing all that fussing

[Bridge: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
If I get mad enough, s*it will start happening (Go)

[Verse 2]
Ain’t tripping no hoe, let her do what she please
Ain’t forcing you to stay, if you want, you can leave
Ain’t a b!tch on earth that I need
Give no fu*ks bout these , switch em’ out every week
I’m forever thugging, I’ma be this way until the day I leave
Soft ass n!ggas, better use they feet, when they see me and Jeff coming down that street
Hold on, can’t forget about Swerve and Quis
Bailing out on opps, frying s*it like grease
Jeff up in my ears, still saying “N!ggas sweet”
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Front-line with my n!ggas, gon’ sow what I reap
Ain’t tryna spill blood, can’t hop in this V
N!ggas tried to spin the block, left his brains on the street
Knowing heaven ain’t a option, I clapped n!ggas outside where they preach
I know I’m in too deep, pop a Perc’ every time when I think about Z
Streets took my heart, I be tryna OD
T3 got popped, I was in the front seat
Spot his ass by the shoes, but he fast on his feet
(Go, go)

[Verse 3]
Come around shining, n!gga know that I need it
These n!ggas soft as a b!tch, he ain’t no demon
Everybody keep saying “50, n!gga, you tweaking”
N!gga looking at me wrong, n!gga know that I’m squeezing
Ain’t s*it free, but n!gga free Squeeze
Doing time in the feds, guard hoes on they knees
EST, BloodHound, B5, Ski and Gee
Forever got they back, ’cause I know they got me
They know how 50 coming, working that glee (Go, go)
For Derm and Tay, you n!ggas know the rest
Tapping that head, ain’t no need for no vest
Ain’t s*it changed still’ll kill for the check
Free Slick and tell ’em “Can’t no opps come on deck”
I was clapping in Amiri, now I’m drilling in Tech’s
If it ain’t vanish mode, I ain’t sending no text
Bloodhound got nine, n!gga, fu*k who next
Johnny Dang my grill, diamond boy, I’ma flex

[Outro]
Johnny Da-
Johnny Dang my grill, diamond boy, I’ma flex
Go
Dissing on Scoom get your ass sent to the upper room, n!gga
Long live Jeff, get your ass left
Speaking on Z, get hit with this glee