Bleed Red lyrics

[Intro: Rell Vert]
With Q50, that's my round
50 shots'll clear the crowd
I'll take you down and chalk you out
b*tch, you better watch your mouth
With Q50, that's my round
50 shots'll clear the crowd
I'll take you down and chalk you out
b*tch, you better watch your mouth

[Verse 1: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Hold on, b*tch, want this di*k, better bring her a friend
She suckin' with spit, I might hit it again
Just bought a new Benz, we done burnt up the fence
Trying to jump in this water, get ate, can't swim
God forgive, I done, b*tch, gotta get revenge (Yeah, yeah, God forgive, I done, b*tch, gotta get revenge, alright)
Before this rap sh*t, we was out trying to bend
You ain't drop a fifty, you not my twin
We always get over, what the f*ck is revenge?
That n*gga not like that, his life is pretend
I hit a opp b*tch, now she think I'm her man
Slimed him out, b*tch, we not friends
Slide, ain't talk, he got shot in his head
Trying to put every opp right to bed
BloodHound Gang, b*tch, we bleed red
n*ggas done died over sh*t they done said
[?] Perk go right to the head
Oxycodone, 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 [?] smoking [?] to the head
[Verse: 2 BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Popped out a ten, that's light sh*t
Big 7.62, can't fight this
Take a b*tch n*gga kid out like this
After I f*ck one time, you dismissed
Young turnt n*gga, dreamin' on Christmas
He ain't never caught a body but a b*tch wanna rap diss (He ain't never caught a body but a b*tch wanna rap diss, go)
Through the grapevine BloodHound'll whack sh*t
Opps be dissing, but they be bapping
We ain't no actors, but we clap sh*t
We got bowls and bricks, come buy this
New opp pack in, who wanna try this?
Jump in the street, dumb ass, he died quick
Spin in the 'Raq, you know who I'm a side with
Might go up, so I'll keep me a mask b*tch
I don't f*ck with the 67th or the 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
Go, these n*ggas keep dying
I'm a get rich as f*ck or I'm a die sliding
Give no f*ck if we just met, b*tch, you mine
Reach for this chain, your ass gon' die