Bloody Storm Lyrics

Long live my brother, we did kill your bitch-ass brother
Uh, go
Just let the beat ride like that, come on, keep it goin'
Go
Go, go

Who would've thought shit'll be like this?
Rockin' Louis monogram, put Chanel on my bitch
I'm the one doin' the killin', drop a bag, send a blitz
If the rap don't work, then I'm back hittin' licks
Me, Tae, BJ sittin' back, sippin' Tris
Maybach ridin' and we sippin' niggas' rent
Broke-ass opps ain't got a pot to piss
I'm Q50, got my name hittin' niggas in they shit
Free Quis, we the reason why your homie in a ditch
Said them Hounds comin' home, we ain't ever gotta snitch
Choosin'-ass bop, why you think she got hit?
You a tender-ass nigga, give two fucks 'bout a bitch
In the Yams with Future, told mе, "50 gon' be rich"
Check the back of his Glock, nigga, you ain't got a switch?
I'm a rеal street nigga, throw this shit up on Twitch
I'll Rico a nigga, I ain't never gon' Mitch (Go)

Tryna hide my feelings, but I might OD
Poppin' these Percs while I'm sippin' on lean
High as fuck, still can't go to sleep
All this money shit don't mean shit to me
'Cause I'm missin' Jeff and Z
Never wanted to be a rapper, but I'm on a tour with EST
Know these niggas hate Q50
I left they partner ass deceased

Let these niggas have the internet
We really got the streets, so won't get into that
Clappin' shit at seventeen, bitch, I been a threat
I believe in real love, I ain't had it yet
Go, go, I ain't had it yet
A nigga diss the gang, then he gotta check
Name a time Q50 ever ducked rec
Nice rappin'-ass nigga, never put belt
Go, go, I just want help
Fucked up in the head, I be missin' Jeff
'Posed to be up in the hills, Scoom, why you left?
Fuck
Miss the fuck out my niggas that's gone
5 in the mornin', makin' this song
Thinkin' like, "Damn, why she leave me 'lone?"
Even though what I do is wrong
Money, guns, drugs all a nigga need
And a bitch would be nice, but I know she gon' see that I'm a fucked up nigga, bae, I hope you don't leave
Can we stay up and talk? Baby, you don't get no sleep

Tryna hide my feelings, but I might OD
Poppin' these Percs while I'm sippin' on lean
High as fuck, still can't go to sleep
All this money shit don't mean shit to me
'Cause I'm missin' Jeff and Z
Never wanted to be a rapper, but I'm on a tour with EST
Know these niggas hate Q50
I left they partner ass deceased

Go
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Honestly it's too cold, ha
On folks' grave
Keep that bitch like that, on my dead grandma