Exotics lyrics

[Intro: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
(S-S-S-S-3)
(Dodo, what's the word?)
Brrt, baow-baow

[Verse 1: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Draco kickbox, will knock a n*gga right out his socks
Give him thirteen shots out the Glock, free hot
Can't stop, won't stop, 'til I see a n*gga drop
Caught him and his man's, sent they ass up top
n*ggas scared to get up close, tryna shoot from down the block
Rest in p*ss, f*ck all my opps
High-speed, too fast, won't catch this car (No)
SnitchK, n*ggas work with the cops
Gen5, this a brand new Glock
Fully-auto on the back, leave yo' ass in a box (Brr, brr)
If you tweakin, send yo' ass up top
All my old friends turned to my opps
Chase n*ggas all down they block
Won't let a n*gga take me out my spot
So much damn pressure, they wishin' it'll stop
He a b*tch, he a ho, never caught no body
Two hands plus more tryna count my bodies
Shoot a n*gga in his face, tryna act like he Rocky
Boot up off a X and then a pink Roxy
Red light mean go, ain't sh*t gon' stop me (No)
Step back, then blow, James Harden with the Rockets (Brrt)
Heard his name was Za, smoke his ass like exotics
Still do it for the trenches, still a post on Cottage
Pop out broad day, give a f*ck who watching
On my way back to Lids, finna go hat shoppin'
[Verse 2: Lil Scoon89]
(Brrah), We all got Glocks, one had died but all got shot (Grrt)
I scratch off, I can't get boxed, gon' blow my gun, it ain't my opps (Gon' blow my gun)
Face shot from Drac', the switch had ate him up, DOA, he left on Fox (He left on Fox)
I kicked that b*tch right to the curb, she asked me, "Why?" she can't suck c*ck
For that bag, his ass got dropped, was trollin' on live, his ass got cropped
Bail out with switch, Lil Jeff got chop, real headshot gang, we tap on tops
Free G-Shaq up out that cell, SRT, straight, he treat the cops
And I know foenem got my back, blood spill to 'Raq if I get locked
Say I'm her boo, b*tch, no, I'm not
Blow my pipe, we ain't gon' box
This ARP knock off shoes and socks, yeah, we the type to put sh*t on Spot
Call my phone 'cause I ain't textin' back, then text me, b*tch, you blocked
We can pull up to your crib and come right in and ain't gon' knock
Duck, duck, goose, we lookin' for heads to tag, we catch him, his ass done
I got new opps, I don't even know they ass, but auntie in my lungs
Too many beams, we playin' laser tag, switch too fast, that boy couldn't run
He can't come around the block, if they send shots, his ass gon' run