BloodHound Q50 is back swinging from the Chicago shadows with his fresh single Waterboy, out yesterday on Signal Records, and it’s that ice-cold drill flex that hits like a winter wind off the lake—unflinching, loaded, and ready to claim space.
This one’s a solo heater, running just under two minutes on a beat that snarls with 808s and hi-hats snapping like gunfire echoes. Q50’s flow is all clipped menace, trading bars about dodging snakes, stacking cash, and honoring the lost over production that keeps the pressure dialed up without letting it boil over. Themes cut deep into street code: the risk of name-dropping foes (“Tryna mention my name, y’all know that ain’t safe”), the grind of luxury on a budget (“Louis V and my Timbs, that’s a cool 4K”), and those raw shouts to fallen brothers (“Long live my brudda, he did kill yo bitch ass brudda”). It’s not subtle—it’s survival wrapped in swagger, with hooks that loop like threats you can’t unhear, nodding to old-school waterboy grit like Bobby Boucher but twisted through a Chi-town lens.
Dropping December 8, 2025, Waterboy lands as Q50’s latest standalone shot after his debut album Long Live My Brudda He Prolly Kilt Yo Brudda hit in April. No big collabs here, just him directing the energy straight from the gut, with the official video already racking views on YouTube for those stark, no-filter visuals. Fans are hitting up his socials, breaking down the bars and sharing stories that mirror the track’s edge—it’s got that instant replay factor for late-night spins.
At 22, Mikquale Cooper—aka Q50—is carving out his lane fast in a scene that’s equal parts opportunity and hazard. He kicked off uploading tracks like Big 3 back in 2023, just venting the chaos around him, but the buzz pulled him in deeper. Signing to Signal/Columbia late last year was the spark, especially after losing close homie Bloodhound Lil Jeff, which fueled cuts like Splash Bros. Now, with a full project under his belt and streams climbing into the millions, he’s shifting from raw demos to polished punches that still feel lived-in. Waterboy catches him in that sweet spot: more refined, but twice as dangerous, proving Chicago’s drill torch keeps burning brighter.
Dive into the Waterboy lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other BloodHound Q50 tracks for more of that unfiltered Chi-town heat.
| Lead Vocals | BloodHound Q50 |
| Songwriter | BloodHound Q50 |
| Music Producer | Prodby1204 & prodbyhustler |
| Video Director | No More Heroes |
| Label | Signal Records/Columbia Records |
| Release Date | December 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Signal Records/Columbia Records |
Lyrics of Waterboy by BloodHound Q50
Tryna Mention My Name Y’all Know That Ain’t Safe
Take One Double Back, Y’all Know How We Play
4 Deep In The Har All Switches And Drac’s
Body Ain’t Drop, I Ain’t Dropping My Tape
Hawk Got His Shit Bust, Tryina Slide With The 8
Could Find My Ski, Had To Zip Up The Bape
Won’t Sip No Drank Unless It Come Out The Case
Louis V And My Timbs That’s A Cool 4K
Pay A B**ch To Leave Before I Pay Her To Stay
2 Shooters Bounce Out, Caught His A*s Both Ways
Get Up Close On His A*s, I’ll Be Damned They Get Grazed
Slick Sittin Back Feet Kicked Up Playing Spades
F**k Mark Zuckerberg, Keep Takin’ My Page
I’m Rich As F**k, I’m Still Takin’ J
I’ma Real Waterboy, Like Bobby Buchey
Long Live My Brudda He Did Kill Yo B**ch A*s Brudda
Long Live Scoom Get Sent Out The Room
Long Live Z Get Hit With This Glee, I Gave His A*s Company
Haha
Go
Y’all Know I Got Souls This Ain’t No Sec
Last Nigga Played, Now His Momma Greivin
Got Sucked I Ain’t F**ked, I Call It Teasin’
Off Too Many Drugs I Had A Seizure
Body Colder Than A Freezer, Killing Niggas For No Reason
Killin School, I’m The Teacher
Hot And Ready Lil Ceaser
B**ch Lie More Than Peter
2K No Shot Meter
Winter Time Have That Heater
You Cuffin That B**ch, My Eater
My Og Told Me Be A Leader
I Know I Could F**k My Teacher
Put The Drac’ To His Head Now His A*s Got A Fever
It’s Just Me And [?] Two Deep In A Beamer
Old A*s Goofy Shoulda Got His A*s Preachin’
Tryna Mention My Name Y’all Know That Ain’t Safe
Take One Double Back, Y’all Know How We Play
4 Deep In The Har All Switches And Drac’s
Body Ain’t Drop, I Ain’t Dropping My Tape
Hawk Got His Shit Bust, Tryina Slide With The 8
Could Find My Ski, Had To Zip Up The Bape
Won’t Sip No Drank Unless It Come Out The Case
Louis V And My Timbs That’s A Cool 4K
Pay A B**ch To Leave Before I Pay Her To Stay
2 Shooters Bounce Out, Caught His A*s Both Ways
Get Up Close On His A*s, I’ll Be Damned They Get Grazed
Slick Sittin Back Feet Kicked Up Playing Spades
F**k Mark Zuckerberg, Keep Takin’ My Page
I’m Rich As F**k, I’m Still Takin’ J
I’ma Real Waterboy, Like Bobby Buchey
