Lyrics

[Chorus] Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car Sending shots while his bitch in the car I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it Way before coke I was pushin' that molly Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you Every nigga 'round me, they loyal [Verse 1] Why you jump in the streets? This shit ain't even for you They shot down my nigga, that shit wasn't even for him Might spin through your hood in a foreign Hit his lil bitch, bad but boring My brother got snaked by his dawg and I warned him But he doubled back quick as a bitch that's a helluva performance Lowkey I think slim an informant, lowkey whip spin shit in the morning I just hit Louis V, walk in that bitch and them hoes be like "Who is he?" Walk out that bitch with the hoes that was goosin' me Is you a killer, some shit you gotta prove to me All of that bluffin', that shit it ain't moving me Feds on my dick, cause my money and jewelry Yeah my name Q Da Fool, but I'm not with the foolery Used to be lunchin' but y'all got the cooler me You bluffin' cause you say what you 'bout to do to me He can't be a opp cause he ain't never shoot at me Went straight to the top and I brought the whole crew with me Niggas said we was enemies, COs was moving me If it's smoke or some money, I pop out Bro he right there, pull up I'ma hop out In that jail bring that fan motor, bitch or that lock out Or a long ass knife with a good handle Really spent long ass nights with my bro vampin' OG Bob died in my face and it did damage I'll shoot in the mall too, free No Savage I'm 'bout to buy a AP for my bad bitch We lit from that ARP, shawty a bad bitch If you lookin' for za's for the low bitch we have it Brick off the 25, I'm doing magic Drop some work in the trenches, then back livin' lavish [Chorus] Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car Sending shots while his bitch in the car I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it Way before coke I was pushin' that molly Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you Every nigga 'round me, they loyal [Verse 2] Every nigga 'round me ready for it Free Bob's son, bro really be scorin' Four after four bitch I really be pourin' Your man up the road and I really was hoein' him You don't want smoke you just runnin' your damn mouth You ain't do shit when they ran in your damn house Thought he was gangsta til his bitch side came out You coopin' or bobbin' bitch this ain't no hangout That feelin' when I'm 'bout to bang out Free all the men sittin' down over Greenmount Wake up the mountains, but he 'bout to make out Gotta have patience when you on a stakeout Fucked on his bitch, then I ordered her takeout He sweet with some money, we bringing that shake out My favorite opp died, bitch I'm cutting the cake now Q Da Fool home bitch prepared for the takedown [Chorus] Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car Sending shots while his bitch in the car I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it Way before coke I was pushin' that molly Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you Every nigga 'round me, they loyal