Letra de Rollin Hound - Jay Hound

(Feat. SweepersENT, DUSTY LOCANE)

(Your making me stall for forty years)

(EMRLD)

(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

Four opps got hit, in a row

Bro started throwin', they tryna get close

Bullets surround him, they turn him to mold

Hollows, they hit him, they makin' 'em fold

Tryna spin, think you low?

'Ooter gon' pop out the cut with his pole

G2C is designin' his—

Like, G2C is designin' his clothes

Gave him a choice, you could run or meet death

Beam on the gun so it's nowhere to go

Why did you think runnin' was an option?

Brodie had told me, "Don't let 'em get low"

He was typin', then he post

Then the bullet had went through his bone

Call EMS, think he need a surgeon

I do not think that he gon' make it home

I don't think that he makin' it home (Fahh)

Heart turned cold, so if my brother bite cheese, I'm takin' my own (Grltt)

And I'm still in the hood, so if you see me on that block, don't think it's a clone (it's a clone)

We got Dese's and TECS, they chrome (it's a chrome)

Ain't no leg shot, aim for his dome, we get 'em gone (Fahh)

Wavin' the Draco, pass the ARP (ARP)

I got Blood niggas and they Houndin' (Hound that shit)

But you know I'm heavy on the C (What's crackin')

And the politics, I can't allow it (Fuck), go huntin', send him on a spree (Grltt)

Get the drop, from a opp bitch, she put the air tag on the V

We got the lo', you lackin' for a treesh (Treeshy)

Huh, no, we cannot leave a trace

I'm on parole and my brother got knocked for the pole

Know that he beatin' the case

Free smoke if you wanna get high

You know crodie got hits with the Drac'

He wanna drill for the thrill

I brought Annie, now he moonwalkin' in space

Brodie buggin', he fried

They think that he laced when they look in his eyes (Grrah, Grrah, Boom)

I got some bullets I'm tryna provide

I send 'em out if you touch one of mine (Like, gangster)

He tryna front, he on live

But I cannot risk goin' out for some views

One by one, take the piece off the pie

And boy locked up, it was all on the news (TTGz do hits)

Four opps got hit, in a row

Bro started throwin', they tryna get close (Grrah, Grrah, Boom)

Bullets surround him, they turn him to mold

Hollows, they hit him, they makin' 'em fold (Word to bro)

Tryna spin, think you low?

'Ooter gon' pop out the cut with his pole

G2C is designin' his—

Like, G2C is designin' his clothes

Gave him a choice, you could run or meet death

Beam on the gun so it's nowhere to go

Why did you think runnin' was an option?

Brodie had told me, "Don't let 'em get low"

He was typin', then he post

Then the bullet had went through his bone (Grrah, Grrah, Boom)

Call EMS, think he need a surgeon (Grrah, Grrah)

I do not think that he gon' make it home (Like, word to bro)

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