Bloody Storm Lyrics – Bloodhound Q50

August 4, 2026 3 Min Read

The English song “Bloody Storm” was written by Bloodhound Q50 and was published on June 11, 2026. In this song, the artistic talents of the creator are revealed; Bloodhound Q50 is both the singer, the composer, and the lyricist of the song. In being the author of the whole song, the artist keeps its concept and the artistic idea unchanged. In this case, all components of the composition can be merged into one piece of art, which was created by Bloodhound Q50. As the vocalist, Bloodhound Q50 performs the song in his own unique way, which suits the whole atmosphere of the composition. As the composer, Bloodhound Q50 creates the musical arrangement of the song to create a certain mood. Finally, the lyrics make the composition complete by adding to its story and emotions. In this case, the artistic talents of Bloodhound Q50 can be seen in action.

Bloody Storm Song Info

Song Information	Details
Singer	Bloodhound Q50
Composer	Bloodhound Q50
Lyrics	Bloodhound Q50
Album	—
Release	Jun 11, 2026
Language	English

Bloody Storm Song 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