Drive For Us

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool] That Rolley inspired me I loved you, bitch, why would you lie to me? When I was broke she wouldn't say hi to me I swear them bitches wasn't minding me Spent a check, on a Patek Bossed up, had to cut off my ex Got rich and flooded my neck Fifty bands, Hundred bands on the deck I hear you talking, put that talking to rest Trust me, you don't want to be like the rest Dick in her stomach; licking her breast She went to sleep Imma let her get some rest Niggas in the way, niggas some pests Couldn't hold his weight, niggas some rats 40 melting niggas like them niggas some wax You a pussy nigga, pussy niggas get taxxed Hundred round goon I be speaking them facts Imma go to Neimans, imma buy out the rack I was shooting guns, never thought I would rap Range Rover we be riding in silence I ain't law abiding We some young niggas, yeah we rich and we wilding In every pile of dirt you find a diamond Imma boss, Independent, I'm not signing You a slouch, keep sitting, you not grinding Ain't no penmanship, i took my pen and start rhyming Fuck a plug, pick up that Glock and I find him Ten bands on some clothes now I'm literally styling Took that bitch to New York now she just can't stop smiling Made her suck on my privates And surprised her with prizes [Hook: Q Da Fool] We some Rich Shootahs; We don't drive We gone' let these bitches drive for us All my niggas yeah they down to ride Cause who the fuck else gone' ride for us Who the fuck out here dying for us Thats his shit, thats not yours Got my own shit, had to work for it Don't talk if you're not sure Ten hours in them bushes nigga Swear to god I was that bored Why these niggas drinking foo lean And they saying that it's clean they pouring African diamonds; My fingers foreign Robbing plugs, yeah my niggas on it All my niggas getting money bitch You not the only young nigga doing it [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] Yeah we doing it, Yeah we doing it We some Rich Shootahs; It's a movement He should've known it, he should've knew it He ain't have a brain, he was acting stupid He should've grew it They say clean up my music, I'm a bad influence OG Bob died and man my heart was ruined I was lunching I ain't know what I was doing Three years, moe, in that prison straight Booling Think you robbing, what the fuck is you doing? Up first, and them bullets went through him Fuck a lawyer, cause my nigga he through him Fuck a tape, man my niggas was booing Pour up a four I been drinking lean a little more Hellcat got a little roar Rolls Royce came with a drawer We was shooting niggas round' the four Q Da Fool run the whole four Got a problem, you can come to my door And I bet a bitch nigga blood pour Imma Rich Shootah, I'm not sparing no nigga Robbing niggas, I ain't caring lil nigga I stack it up, them I bury my figures Play with me, I'mma bury you niggas Q Da Fool, imma known killer I swear you playing with the wrong nigga I know you see me jhi strong nigga But that forty cal jhi stronger nigga Talking dumb fuck wrong with niggas? Fuck rappers, can't do songs with niggas We still snapping cause we hungry nigga Need that food like I'm boney nigga [Hook: Q Da Fool] We some Rich Shootahs; We don't drive We gone' let these bitches drive for us All my niggas yeah they down to ride Cause who the fuck else gone' ride for us Who the fuck out here dying for us Thats his shit, thats not yours Got my own shit, had to work for it Don't talk if you're not sure Ten hours in them bushes nigga Swear to god I was that bored Why these niggas drinking foo lean And they saying that it's clean they pouring African diamonds; My fingers foreign Robbing plugs, yeah my niggas on it All my niggas getting money bitch You not the only young nigga doing it