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q da fool - heavy lyrics

[hook: q da fool]
sub-machine gun heavy
selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 bands in the goyard bag
they say that young n-gg- q working heavy
i spread them eagles around like i’m nelly
my first love the streets b-tch i’m already married
i’m the reason that your brother got buried
still riding with that pistol even though it’s dirty
walk down on these n-gg-s i’m never scary
i been trapping hard since the blackberry
these n-gg-s really don’t want beef with me
these n-gg-s want me get on one of they beats
see you in the club you getting beat
after the club, i’m bussing the heat
i been bussing scripts all week
i’m really trapping, hit my phone
i got percocets for the cheap

[verse 1: q da fool]
work real hard twelve hundred on my feet
diamonds from africa, shout out to sadit
i look so good made her c-m in her seat
tattoos on my face i work for my ink
told my b-tch i’m too fresh boo you can’t call me stink
popping all these muhf-cking xans i think i need a shrink
mak 90 on a string
me and you both know you not trynna run into me
in a two seater with lil d
we not chasing b-tches the only thing we chase is cheese
red bottoms on they neck, i can’t let em’ breathe
making transactions i can’t let the feds see
can’t none of these f-ck n-gg-s say that they fed me
came up in these streets b-tch by myself
so when i slide b-tch i be by myself
cause i would never ever snitch on myself

[verse 2: q da fool]
all these animals on my gucci print
i got the heart of a lion
i don’t want to talk about shit n-gg- what you buying?
i just got a pint from cali
these streets like a sport, my gucci lens that’s my visor
i just got some packs in a towel
n-gg- got shot, he so scared of the streets he retired
i still work off three phones
i still trap out like 5 different homes
i still be stealing i take whats my own
man these streets not right thats why i live so wrong
i’m in the trenches
half of my n-gg-s dead or they in prison
can’t hang with no d-ck rider can’t make they own decisions
walk in the club they like them young n-gg-s winning
[?] cost a stack, this not no hennessy

- q da fool lyrics

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