q da fool - str8 lyrics
[verse 1: q da fool]
his best friend died and it hit home
rich shootahs slide and now your clique gone
f-cking on your b-tch; thank god she a red bone
cousin got life because he slid with a iphone
[?] b-tch its kidnapping season
the b-tch ran his mouth b-tch i cl!ck for me
one hit, one sniff now i got the b-tch fiening
she was geeking for the d-ck now i got the b-tch screaming
we rushing, choppas and dracos they russian
your og ain’t shooting he rusty
my glock got a hundred its custom
that pcp get it through customs
throw a bomb at your home
all these hoes want is cash got to know they dont love you
a hundred guns stashed in the tunnel
try to sneak diss the gang you get smoked like some funnel
[hook: q da fool]
my shooters creeping like spiders
sliming you n-ggas and living confined
can’t hang with no n-gga be geeking for a problem
b-tch we trap out the building, you’d think it was haunted
straight, no cut i serve em’ straight
bricks and plates, i trap in several states
that p-ssy sh-t i hate, i make you feel my drac’
i dive inside her lake, all night, my d-ck, she ate
i’m straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight
[verse 2: q da fool]
d-mn, i’m in the battlefield, i got a lot of steel
i’m too deep in the streets, b-tch, you can’t get me out of here
i be geeking for beef, keep a glock in my underwear
largo road cl!cking b-tch you could get put on here
b-tch i’m a k!ller i tote my gun everywhere
i catch you down bad, b-tch, i never be playing fair
hop on the stage, show my watch, and the fans stare
rich shootas, once i see blood i’m booted
his b-tch suck my d-ck, he clueless
a hundred in my stick i’m booling
i’m bout’ to slide, bring out the yellow tape
b-tch i’m on the grind; so my sons, they forever straight
i tote them drums, b-tch i’m a heavyweight
my shooters go dumb, they sliding everyday
[hook: q da fool]
my shooters creeping like spiders
sliming you n-ggas and living confined
can’t hang with no n-gga be geeking for a problem
b-tch we trap out the building, you’d think it was haunted
straight, no cut i serve em’ straight
bricks and plates, i trap in several states
that p-ssy sh-t i hate, i make you feel my drac’
i dive inside her lake, all night, my d-ck, she ate
i’m straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight
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