Bloodhounds lyrics

by

YCK



[Verse 1]
I don’t really mind if I anger you
When you bot your streams, call that pay-per-view
And you don’t do anything you say you do
When it’s time go Super Saiyan 2
Don’t dare to call yourself a rapper
Really cosplay, you is just an actor
Lowest credit to a hired gun
Then you’re only singing what the choir sung
You had took the first chance you got
When it fell through months later, then you thought
“Being broke was a part of my game plan
Money will come and’ll be a self-made man
Imma ditch all my friends and live on a diet of
Noodles and f*cking Taco Bell
My manager took my wallet and phone
I don’t got AC so it’s hot as hell”
Tell me where the f*ck’s the mansion
You ain’t got one, just a trap house
Shifting the blame for your situation
Yeah, you tend to lash out
I been independent for so long
I keep it stacking, that’s how
Never lost sight or had ditched my principles
So I’m feeling damn proud
[Chorus]
Red dots scoped out new routes, they’re sending bloodhounds
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked, sell off, shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest, now who can make em' bend the knee?
Red dots scoped out new routes, they’re sending bloodhounds
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked, sell off, shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest, now who can make em' bend the knee?

[Verse 2]
Air the place out like a Fresno party
It ain’t a birthday without a strap
Get em' too mad, made em' exhale sharply
You must be lost, you must need a map
Try to predict my fall-off
That ain’t been written inside of the prophecy
Grip and constrict the dollas'
They be infringing and changing what’s sovereignty
Making those songs for the wrongest reasons
When they deploy their staunchest heathens
Nothing but slop for the bottom feeders
Do their own bidding while on the bleachers
Seeking asylum, you reading your comments
The thinner your skin well the further it augments
And doing the worst, it has been so habitual
Hating on you is becoming their ritual
Look at who signed a sh*tty deal
Didn’t check the print now this itch you feel
To drop but had sold the back catalog
But you can’t recoup nada, at a loss
Bout' to find a new place to spark
They’re sitting with me but they hate the dark
Their rhetoric, dangerous, play their part
I have heard all their f*cking same remarks
[Chorus]
Red dots scoped out new routes, they’re sending bloodhounds
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked, sell off, shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest, now who can make em' bend the knee?
Red dots scoped out new routes, they’re sending bloodhounds
Voting for a conquest and on to find new enemies
Shell shocked, sell off, shoot up until the sun down
Open up the war chest, now who can make em' bend the knee?
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