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)
b*tch, 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)
b*tch, you better watch your mouth

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Go, b*tch want this di*k, 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, b*tch, I gotta get revenge (Yeah, yeah, yeah, God forgive, I don't, b*tch, gotta get revenge, alright)

[Verse 2: Rell Vert]
Before this rap sh*t, we was out tryna bend
You ain't Jeff or 50, you not my twin
We always get over, what the f*ck is revenge?
That n*gga not like that, his life just pretend
I hit an opp b*tch, now she think I'm her man
Slimed 'em out, b*tch, we not friends
Slide ain't talk, he got shot in his head
Tryna put every opp right to bed
BloodHound Gang, b*tch, we bleed red
n*ggas done died over sh*t 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 n*ggas be fed
I'm mad as hell, n*ggas 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 sh*t
Big 7.62, can't fight this
Take a b*tch n*gga kit, I like this
After I f*ck one time, you dismissed
Young turnt n*gga, drillin' on Christmas
He ain't never caught a body, but a b*tch wanna rap diss

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

[Verse 3: Rell Vert]
Through the grapevine, BloodHound and 'em whack sh*t
Opps be dissing, but they be bapping
We ain't no actors, boy, we clap sh*t
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, b*tch
I don't f*ck with the 6, the 7, or 5, b*tch
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 n*ggas keep dying
I'ma get rich as f*ck or I'ma die sliding
Give no f*ck if we just met, b*tch, you mine
Reach for this chain, your ass gon' die