Stretched Lyrics – Bloodhound Lil Jeff

[Intro: Rell Vert]
B!tch (Ayo, X9)
Ah-ha
Vert (B!tch)
Vert
Uh, what? (Gang, gang)

[Verse 1: Rell Vert]
I ain’t spinning wit’ no n!gga if I gotta question you
This new Glock, it hit a n!gga, it kill a n!gga right next to you
They say that—that lil’ boy savage, they don’t know he extra bru’ (He extra goofy)
When them shottas get to spinning, ten-milli’ bullets go extra through (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

If you diss up on the gang, I catch you lacking, I’m stretching you (I’ma stretch yo’ ass)
Pour a four up in my pop and I call Tay for extra juice (For extra red)
I can’t fu*k 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 sending shots right at yo’ boo (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I can post up on the 9, we call that b!tch the fu*king zoo (That’s my s*it, n!gga)
I be still bending blocks, all way from Chatham to Woodlawn too (Looking for the opps, n!gga)
And if I gave yo’ ass a pass, that was just God blessing you (That man blessing you)
And if I ever sign a deal, I’ma have bronem flexing too (You know who we doing it for, man)
Pop a 90, that’s three pills and I call percs for extra boost (For extra boost, n!gga)
This new striker go too fast, I tap the gas for extra boost (Yoom)
That lil’ b!tch she wanna fu*k, just call your friend, I’m stretching two (I’m stretching two hoes)
You can’t run from these bullets, if you do, they catching you (They catching you, dude)
Man, your ass not a savage, you ain’t got a hat or two (A hat or two)
Hit his b!tch and I even ain’t tell him ’cause that’s some s*it a rat would do
We was riding through the opps, I saw one lacking, I’m stretching you (Haha)

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
(Ooh, damn)
(I saw one lacking, I’m stretching dude)
Caught one n!gga lacking at the store
Tried to run but you know he too slow
Five shots, he stretched in the door
Then lil’ cus’ gave him ten more
Drac’ loud like a b0mb when I blow
Ro’ 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 n!gga lacking in a bowl (In a bowl)
He looked up like he saw a fu*king ghost (A fu*king ghost)
He dead, won’t get up no more (No more)
He dead, gon’ miss him fasho (Fasho)
Wit’ the Drac, boy, you know I’m too cold (Know I’m too cold)
Hold on, Ari calling my phone
B!tch, I don’t play games, I’m grown (B!tch, I’m grown)

[Verse 3: Rell Vert]
Fu*k his b!tch, give me top and I’m gone (Fwoom)
Fifty shots in my Glock and I’m blowing (Brrt)
I’m scoring, this s*it free throwing (Brrt)
She hoeing, I’m already knowing (Brrt, brrt)
I don’t really even trust no ho, I don’t even really trust no b!tch
One thing a n!gga trust is Draco, on me, I’ma shoot this b!tch
This b!tch, it ain’t got kick
This b!tch, it ain’t gon’ switch
Got fifties with that switch, you talk and get hit in your s*it
I’m really from the hood and, n!gga, you can’t claim this s*it
79 BloodHound, that’s the gang, lil’ b!tch (B!tch)