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q da fool - neck of da woods lyrics

[intro]
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m on some sh+t that they not seen before
ride ’round strapped up, i’m geekin’ for it
can’t close the trap down, that b+tch be flowin’
cash out for a hundred, it came with insurance
that lil’ boy better know what he doing
b+tch blew me, she know what she doing
i been trapping since i was like fourteen, i been bad as f+ck since i was four
n+ggas be talkin’ ’bout juggin’, like, stop it, lil’ n+gga
it’s a switch on this b+tch, ain’t no stoppin’, lil’ n+gga
had to get me some rank, so i popped me a n+gga
oh, you beef with the fool? go and drop you a n+gga
countin’ my pockets, that’s somethin’ you can’t do
run from a man, that’s just somethin’ i can’t do
winnin’ so much, really felt like i couldn’t lose
hittin’ so much, n+ggas dead from that gunfire
that boy never been in no gunfight
i can’t even speak ’bout that one night
i told ’em, “just make sure the work touch, when i get it, you know i’ma grind, right?”
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no limelight
them b+tches don’t care if my mind right
them n+ggas don’t care if i’m dead broke, so f+ck it i’m creepin’, bro, turn off the headlights
b+tch
i put that work on a one+way quick
n+gga dead if he pull on this one+way strip
from vegas to mansion, my sh+t really lit
i done took plenty chances to make sure i’m rich
no, i can’t talk ’bout the sh+t that i did
no, i can’t talk ’bout the sh+t that i flipped
no, i can’t talk ’bout them n+ggas, they hoes, but yeah, we can talk ’bout them n+ggas, they snitch
think you a b+tch
i take a real street b+tch to the ritz
i light him up, leave that lil’ n+gga crisp
blood diamonds, put that sh+t on my wrist
she love islands, so we went on a trip
they bought my dope back on the rip
f+ck a warrant, that b+tch getting ripped
don’t leave no lean ’round me, that sh+t gettin’ sipped
[chorus]
let me take you to the neck of my woods where it’s good (largo road sh+t, n+gga)
show you what i’m livin’ like
four+five on my lap, gotta grip it tight, i live a crazy life
get blown right off the map, go see your christ, he had to pay the price
let me take you to the neck of my woods where it’s good
show you what i’m livin’ like

[verse 1]
money on my mind, finger on the trigger
them b+tches must be blind ’cause they can’t see who really realer
these n+ggas action figures
and i’m ’bout action, n+gga
take off the traction, it’s a stable in my f+ckin’ engine
ysl, no b+ttons missing
b+tch, i’m fresh from cutting chickens
we get fresh and f+ck y’all b+tches
just don’t let my name get mentioned
a n+gga shoot me and i gotta get even
these n+ggas be fakin’ for ig
they not tryna get up and leave ’em
so i had to get up and leave ’em
they never wait ’til you feed ’em, they gotta go out and get it
i never stood with my hand out, i had to play my position
this sh+t so wicked
that’s why my pole sticking
i got clifford, i got cyrus, i got cole bennett
went on that mission four deep, now that’s four witness
you could duck some bullets, but you can’t duck that sentence
that sh+t they rap, i live it (i live that sh+t, n+gga)
if you real, you ain’t gettin’ no realer
pick a side, you get k!lled hoppin’ fences
who said q ain’t good in the trenches?
it’s friday, them boys on the benches
n+ggas talk ’bout another n+gga money, but they ain’t get a bag in a minute
[outro]
get a bag in a minute
get a bag in a minute
get a bag in a minute
n+ggas talk ’bout another n+gga money, but they ain’t get a bag in a minute

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