Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool] Uh Aye Rappin' Ass Niggas Can't Cool It Wit' Q (Trap Brovas, What's Good Shabazz Gang) Aye Trap Nigga Shit So Every Motherfuckin' Beat Imma Speak This Trap Shit Uh Damn Damn Damn [Verse 1 : Q Da Fool] Ounce of molly in yo main bitch boot Y'all rappin' ass niggas can't hang with Q Get me a deal throw the money out the roof Ran off on his bitch ass he ain't have a clue Lyin' ass nigga you don't never tell the truth Imma stuff a 100 pounds in this lil ass coupe [Verse 2: Shabazz] They know that we keep them glicks PBG hop out with 6 like [?] Two things yo bitch cannot say Is that I can't fuck or the period late Might buy my bitch a Mercedes 'Cuz I'm makin' plays this trap shit is crazy Bro locked up he been trappin' since the 80s His house was a daycare and he had no babies Shoebox full of hundreds and a new .380 Her pussy torch so I red bottom my lady She a school teacher she watchin' them babies Pop a perc, fuck yo bitch why is you savin' I used her address but I am not stayin' I just held a bail right at the Days Inn I just poured a deuce my bitch called me lazy Just like a doctor bro servin' them patients [Verse 3: Q Da Fool] In and out the trap that shit like my first home Put you in the dirt, now you a earthworm No we don't smoke on no midget Kill a nigga for the ticket Hundred million dollar lick what I'm wishin' A team of lawyers think I'm OJ Simpson Niggas act tough till they pop up missin' We grew up rough so we keep a missle I'm a Pakk Boy so I Diesel my jeans When I get mad I put lean in the cream My mother start cryin' said you a fiend I'm addicted, to money and green Boot up off Molly I'm not gon' fight I shoot my pipe, you might lose your life Catch these bullets like you Jerry Rice Catch these numbers cuz I got the low price Trap it out These lil niggas life is a screenplay I'ma chop it up like a DJ Yeah I got the money replay My bitches they said that I'm trippin' (I'm juggin') Give a fuck about a image (I'm cookin') Give a fuck about the tenants (They lookin') Yeah they know we 'bout to spend it Uhhhhh They said my gang is the truth, might blow any minute [?] we been did Balenci I'm fresh than a bitch 'cuz I stack it up plenty Walk in the club ever seen a black benji? Tats n the drugs tryna be like Diddy Put my dick in her mouth, you still kissin' on her titties I'm thumbin' through hunnids she'll thumb through fifties [Outro: Q Da Fool] (Yeah watch all my niggas go get it) (Yall fuck niggas, you can't get it) (I swear to God my whole gang gifted) (Money, that's a mission) (You ain't gettin' money you trippin') (You ain't gettin' money boy you trippin') (Respect how I'm livin')