hounds Lyrics

I keep that Glock up on my waist and watch the bodies hit the ground

Your a bitch a fan and she be begging Let me in the compound

Test your limits swear to God little boy your body won't be found

Keep that Glock up on my waist and feed your body to the hounds

It go one two three four

Fell in love with violence, and I'm knocking at your door

It go one two three four

All the bodies dropping and you have nowhere to go

No I don't wanna talk

And I don't wanna dance

You catch me hopping out the whip you get to running man

So I be sprinting hopping fences In designer pants

If I don't catch you then you know I'm popping at your man's

You be eating my led fucking up your system

Glock leave you dead but I said you're missing

Fucked in the head got some fucked temptations

Glock leave you dead but I said you're missing

Glock up on my waist and watch the bodies hit the ground

Your a bitch a fan and she be begging Let me in the compound

Test your limits swear to God little boy your body won't be found

Keep that Glock up on my waist and feed your body to the hounds

It go one two three four

Fell in love with violence, and I'm knocking at your door

It go one two three four

All the bodies dropping and you have nowhere to go