Trap Shit

Lyrics

"Cheecho on the beat, bitch!" [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] Choppa' in the club bust if you buck Keep a rifle like I'm hunting a motherfucking buck Keep a stick like I'm hitting a puck Red bottoms bitch I don't do the chucks Skeeted on a bitch face, yuck Them niggas missed me man that shit wasn't luck I swear this niggas can't shoot I do a lot of shit these niggas can't do They saving bitches we already ran through Set up on your block bitch you gotta move! Popping molly bitch I'm about to get geeked And I can't keep a bitch Q Da Fool he be cheating Bring them bricks to the trap, man that shit getting beat Free Lil Mar bitch we kill for a reason (Bitch I stay bout a check) cause my niggas need it (Niggas shoot at your neck) my lil niggas demons You ain't running down putting beams on niggas chests Rich Shootah the label our work is the best Hi-Tech with the Qualitest Fendi and Valentino I'm the best dressed He was tough till' i walked down with the 30 S Q Da Fool putting all beef to rest Lost one case but i beat the rest You a bitch boy you need to get redirect-ed Play with the gang yo ass gon' be dead Tryna be a Rich Shootah bitch go get some bread Fuck a bank bitch my bank is the bed Fuck the feds, Q Da Fool built for a bid 45 with the beam knock off his head Hollow tip hit him make his ass do the legg Go retarted like I'm poisoned by lead And I keep ammo got a thousand rounds in the shed Fuck a hundred round today it's two hundred Fuck around a spinned a bin with 400 My niggas catching bodies my niggas hunting Pull up in that Tesla sound like its humming I'm thumbing, bitch nigga I'm thumbing! Cheecho on the beat, I'm fucking up something Bitch it's Q-Pac these niggas Lil Pumpin' These niggas snitch man they giving out hunches I'm giving out bullets you giving out punches You don't want it Bitch nigga don't want it I'm on the run so they say that I'm wanted Spinned the bin and man my little niggas done it We the ones who make it cold when its sunny We the ones shot up your block and make your whole city ugly Niggas hating cause they bitch wanna fuck me When I walk in the club bet them niggas don't touch me Came up cause a couple niggas trust me Beefing hard niggas still ain't buss me These niggas ain't shooters they sweet as some honey Don't beef over bitches we beef over money It ain't a secret got my guns from the country All designer, all this shit out the country 100 Round Goon!