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Bloodhound Q50 - Bleed Red Lyrics

Bleed Red Lyrics[Intro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
With Q50, that's my round (You know that, bleed)
Fifty shots'll clear the crowd
I'll take you down or chalk you out (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better watch your mouth
With Q50, that's my round (You know that, bleed)
Fifty shots'll clear the crowd
I'll take you down or chalk you out (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better watch your mouth

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Go, bitch want this dick, better bring her a friend
She suck it with spit, I might hit it again
Just bought a new Benz, we done burnt up the fin
Tryna jump in this water, get ate, you can't swim
God forgive, I don't, bitch, I gotta get revenge (Yeah, yeah, yeah, God forgive, I don't, bitch, gotta get revenge, alright)

[Verse 2: Rell Vert]
Before this rap shit, we was out tryna bend
You ain't Jeff or 50, you not my twin
We always get over, what the fuck is revenge?
That nigga not like that, his life just pretend
I hit an opp bitch, now she think I'm her man
Slimed 'em out, bitch, we not friends
Slide ain't talk, he got shot in his head
Tryna put every opp right to bed
BloodHound Gang, bitch, we bleed red
Niggas done died over shit they done said
Tony a Perc', it go right to the head
Oxycodone, I need my meds
He had a white shirt, we turned it red
Gotta watch what I say 'cause niggas be fed
I'm mad as hell, niggas should've been dead
Roll up Vell, smokin' VI to the head

[Verse: 2 BloodHound Q50]
Go, popped out with the ten, that's light shit
Big 7.62, can't fight this
Take a bitch nigga kit, I like this
After I fuck one time, you dismissed
Young turnt nigga, drillin' on Christmas
He ain't never caught a body, but a bitch wanna rap diss

[Interlude: Rell Vert]
He ain't never caught a body, but a bitch wanna rap diss, go

[Verse 3: Rell Vert]
Through the grapevine, BloodHound and 'em whack shit
Opps be dissing, but they be bapping
We ain't no actors, boy, we clap shit
We got 'bows and bricks, come buy this
New opp pack in, who wanna try this?
Jump in the street, dumbass, he died quick
Spin in the 'Raq, you know who I'm outside with
It might go up, so I keep me a mask, bitch
I don't fuck with the 6, the 7, or 5, bitch
It's hot outside, so we on the 9 with it
In this fast-ass car, on the E-Way, flying
The opps bad luck, they keep on dying
On gang

[Verse 4: BloodHound Q50]
Go, these niggas keep dying
I'ma get rich as fuck or I'ma die sliding
Give no fuck if we just met, bitch, you mine
Reach for this chain, your ass gon' die