In Your Home lyrics

[Intro: BloodHound Q50]
Gettin' that
Folks grave
Haha, folks grave
Folks grave

[Verse 1: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Pullin' up, hoppin' out while the car still in drive
Vert hop out, blitz, f*ck 'em up from both sides
Chased him all the way from Princeton, on his back the whole time
Blowin' auto full in traffic, never cared, I ain't lyin'
n*gga never played with me, you can't name one time
Last n*gga got chased all the way in his home
f*ck Leal, roll him up, put his ass in every song
I ain't doin' no writin', this sh*t off the dome
n*gga play, he lay, we bust his dome
Say you smokin' on Z, get filled up with chrome
Lil Pooh dissed Z, now Lil Pooh gone
You know that sh*t never take too long
Layin' in a n*gga grass until he come home
n*ggas think this sh*t a game 'til a n*gga get smoked
n*ggas shootin' at legs tryna to add it to the score
Only shootin' at heads, now his casket closed

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50 & Rell Vert]
Trappin ain't dead (Dead), we just out here clappin' sh*t (Clappin' sh*t)
Treat his ass just like some acne, give his ass a facial kit (Brrt)
We pull up, send shots, we dip
We pull up, send shots at your Lyft
We gon' spin and spin again (Spin)
Left on the floor, I'm talkin' 'bout Glenn (Huh?)
23 with fifty shots, bounce out the car, hit you and your mans (Brrt)
He couldn't run, couldn't make it far (Uh-uh)
Caught two in the same car (Where you goin'?)
Them n*ggas from the same block (Block)
I'm tryna swap the same Glock (Brrt)
Free the guys, f*ck the opps (Free 'em, f*ck 'em)
You n*ggas know how the f*ck we rock (Rock, n*gga)
[Verse 3: Rell Vert]
Catch a n*gga lackin', we gon' bail out the car, hell nah, we don't shoot out the window (Uh, uh)
They uppin' that lil'-ass gun on live, lil' n*gga, you better go spin, bro
f*ck my opps, I'm into with my kinfolks (Folk)
Hit they block, them n*ggas, they get low (Brrt)
Got that drop from one of my lil' hoes (Lo')
10 milli' Glock, remember had lil' poles
Hit his ass up and now he got big holes (Brrt)
Take a n*gga down and now my wrist froze
Run in the crib, my shorties, they kick doors
I knew he was dead, shorty was still froze
He got hit with like three poles, the Drac', the Gen5, and 4
We spin in rain, sleet, and snow, left him face down in the cold