Fighting Death lyrics

[Intro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
(Judeh Productions)
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Yeah, yeah, all that (Old-ass goofy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Die Y, f*ck the opps, man
These n*ggas know how the f*ck we rockin'
These n*ggas know who we talkin’ to too, b*tch-ass n*ggas

[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm King Draco, got my name off Drac' and splittin’ n*ggas' sh*t
Jump out them whips, they get to runnin', fallin', trippin' over sh*t
I got too mad 'bout my lil' bousin, Glock 23 and he can't miss (Brrt, brrt)
Swing on my like fightin’ death (Uh-huh), f*ck I look like throwin’ fists?
Every Glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (Brrt)
See blue lights, it's time to dip, Glock 30S, it got a grip
They can’t go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
Big-ass Glock, it's by my hip, they bag him up just like a zip

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert]
Just rеady the striker by an exit
Wе tote Glocks, no Smith & Wessons
If he sneeze, give him a blessin' and send his dumb ass right to heaven
n*ggas b*tches, won't address me
I know they probably wanna stretch me
My first hit, caught two for one like some cake from Little Debbie
Shoot my Glock and watch ’em run
We stretch n*ggas out for fun
Always got the biggest gun
Can't compare, I'm one of one
Shoot my Glock and watch 'em run (Alright, Lil Vert)
We stretch n*ggas out for fun
Always got the biggest gun (Alright, alright)
Can't compare, I'm one of one (Alright, gang)
[Verse 2: Rell Vert]
Long live Jeff, he was one of none
When you talk about bodies, bro up a ton
n*gga diss my bro, cut out his tongue
n*gga say he want smoke, cut out his lungs
Do him so dirty, he got popped while his n*gga run (Let's go)
Made him fall, we was doin' this sh*t just for fun
Ain't got your blick, you better shoot or you better run, uh, uh (Run then, scary-ass n*gga)
But I always keep my blick
Catch an opp, he get hit in his sh*t
79 my block, who you see me with (Let's go)
Won't tote no Glock if it ain't got a stick (Uh-uh)
And that b*tch gotta have a switch
A Glock 23 got lighter kick (Kick)
I'll shoot a n*gga, I ain't with all that fightin' sh*t
Lil' b*tch a ho and you think I'm gon' wife you, b*tch?
If I get locked, hope a b*tch never write me sh*t
A Drac' and a hot, got that Lil Jeff type of kit (That's him)
Won't get in that car if it ain't got a tint (Uh-uh)
You tellin' me slide, but you ain't never slid (Did sh*t)
79 my block, type of sh*t I represent
He was woofin' online, next week, he heaven sent (Woofin'-ass n*gga)
I'm still in the 'Raq, check my residence
Mask and gloves, leave no evidence
Lil Vert turnt up, gotta look like the president
Lil Vert up next, your boyfriend on fentanyl (Dumbass)
Don't care if it's rainin', we gon' spin, f*ck the weather (Brrt)
Four n*ggas f*cked him up and now he a faggot
Can't compete with me, every opp I'm better than (Uh)
b*tch love me, she talkin' 'bout I'm heaven sent (I'm heaven sent)
f*cked her friend, ain't leave no evidence (On bro)
(Look, I was just up on the block with a big-ass Glock, I ain't duckin' sh*t)
n*gga wanna rap beef, I ain't with it, catch a bucket, b*tch
n*ggas be on sucker sh*t, talkin' 'bout did I f*ck his b*tch
Catch an opp and bust his sh*t
I throw an oop, foe scored a bucket, b*tch
[Chorus: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm King Draco, got my name off Drac' and splittin' n*ggas' sh*t
Jump out them whips, they get to runnin', fallin', trippin' over sh*t
I got too mad 'bout my lil' bousin, Glock 23 and he can't miss (Brrt, brrt)
Swing on my like fightin' death (Uh-huh), f*ck I look like throwin' fists?
Every Glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (Brrt)
See blue lights, it's time to dip, Glock 30S, it got a grip
They can't go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
Big-ass Glock, it's by my hip, they bag him up just like a zip, gang

[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
These n*ggas can't see me or be me (b*tch-ass n*ggas)
You know how the f*ck we rockin', how the f*ck we comin', man (We not puttin' sh*t up either, we not puttin' sh*t up)
These n*ggas hoes, man, yeah, gang (On folks grave, n*ggas want that smoke, come push up)