Pussy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool] You keep talkin' bout that clique and shit I see that pussy in your eyes Why you lyin'? You ain't tryin' ride you ain't tryin' slide If they put us on the news nigga you ain't tryin' hide You gon turn yourself in you pussy nigga close your thighs I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die And every time I trust a nigga I get snaked out every time That's why I say fuck a nigga man I don't got the time I don't got the patience for disloyalty and lies Niggas shootin' for no reason it's a reason why we slide You bout to go to trial nigga hold your chin up We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner They done killed my nigga dre that shit was in the way Niggas fallout everyday don't show em where you stay First nigga I robbed fucked up and showed fool the safe He came home the next day errything out of place I'm hungry I want millions I want foreigns Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings We outside when it's late we ain't hiding Pull up on em I'm beefing harder than a bitch I gotta keep that thang up on me Real niggas rare Counted on some niggas (huh) and niggas wasn't there Ran out the house, what the fuck? That nigga wasn't there So when I seen him put bullets all in that nigga head Largo Road made me a soldier, nigga I'm right there The streets not fair The streets not fair We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair Keep them tools come get repaired I be counting up the dead I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead Uh, I can't believe what this nigga said He told them peoples what we fucking did This nigga tryin' give me a hunnit years Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head My Glock black, but my coat red Coke white I'm a trappa bitch I'm bout my bread This that Gucci ucci Come and check the thread My niggas do ya boosie I can't control my friends [Verse 2: Duffle Bag Boog] I lost my right hand man it fucked me up inside I was locked up in my cell I couldn't even slide (Damn) Niggas want me dead, so I gotta keep that iron Rather do time than handle my mother crying How the fuck that boy a shooter he ain't never slide Man respect man can't even look me in my eyes OG Rich Shoota bitch we live a life of crime He said he need a molly brick I said I need a [?] God Damn Here we go again with the bull shit Riding in the coop, but we got a hunnit in this bitch Max got the dog in man we on that ova shit You bet not walk up in my section getting punished in this bitch All black hoodie remember me and Don on that mission Pop another dom man that shit be fucking with me Swerving in traffic nigga I got about a hunnit fifty If it ain't gang nigga anybody can get it