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q da fool - 100 round goon lyrics

[verse 1: q da fool]
coco cola, cook up a boulder
who knocking at the door? ak on my shoulder
sound like we drilling on the floor; all these ar’s and these cobras
my closet looks like a gun store, i’m feeding molly to my soldiers
i just hit a l!ck my thumb sore, just left the bank thats a deposit
came up off k!lling, stealing, robbing
run that sh-t up i’m addicted to fashion
i’m a rich shoota, that mean that i’ll blast it
im off that lean, b-tch, i move like mol-sses
i step on their neck, i’mma stay on their -sses
b-tch my audi drive the fastest
b-tch i beat that pack like c-ssius
vvs diamonds, yeah, b-tch i’m bragging
tie that boy to a truck and leave his -ss dragging
we locked and we loaded, my shooters wear camouflage
rich shootas we coming, b-tch, we the new holocaust
i just be buying sh-t, i don’t care what it cost
[?] my grind i’m a goon, i’m a boss
if he got bricks q da fool take em’ off
these rappers be jacking they tryna’ steal the sauce
take off your bra, take off your draws
whip out my d-ck, b-tch, give me your jaw

[hook: q da fool]
i’m a hundred round goon, i’m a hundred round goon
i’m a hundred round goon, i’m a hundred round goon
i’m a hundred round goon, i’m a hundred round goon
i’m a hundred round goon, i’m a hundred round goon
i’m the one n-ggas call when they want the tools
you not a goon, you a b-tch, you confused
so many guns that i can’t even choose
lately been feeling like a cannot lose
i be cooking at my mama house n-gga, this ain’t dirty rice
leave a n-gga -ss kidnapped and missing n-gga
i ain’t living right

[verse 2: q da fool]
my junkies they play with their noses
you might as well go buy your roses
i got them blue tips they exploding
n-ggas start curling and folding
my dope pure, potent; gotta take light doses
i bust the block open
i got the cops scoping
i cannot see you, f-ck n-gga, these cartiers
find out where you live and, b-tch, i bring them robbers there
largo road we get it popping there
they send them bullets, lil b-tch, ain’t no stopping there
i pop the trunk; i put the chop in there
i’m bout’ to dump, i kick two in the head
them n-ggas ain’t shooting, that sh-t for the internet
pulled up with them robbers, you know, with that sh-t attached
try send some shots, we gon’ send em’ back
don’t do no sleeping, no slouching, no sitting back
you say you want this, i can send you bout’ ten of that
why you keep faking you know that you rented that
make you feel special when your diamond vvs
get my lean, still, from the cvs
walked in the club and i’m toting my f and n
rich shootas with me you know that i’m thirty plus
why the police wanna f-ck with us?
probably cause we got them army guns
good powder make you hide and run
a hundred pounds i’m tryna’ feed my sons
good og i’m tryna feed my lungs
bad b-tches, i feed them ones
got a hundred rounds, bout’ to feed my drum

- q da fool lyrics

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