q da fool – trap shit lyrics
“cheecho on the beat, b-tch!”
[verse 1: q da fool]
choppa’ in the club bust if you buck
keep a rifle like i’m hunting a motherf-cking buck
keep a stick like i’m hitting a puck
red bottoms b-tch i don’t do the chucks
skeeted on a b-tch face, yuck
them n-gg-s missed me man that sh-t wasn’t luck
i swear this n-gg-s can’t shoot
i do a lot of sh-t these n-gg-s can’t do
they saving b-tches we already ran through
set up on your block b-tch you gotta move!
popping molly b-tch i’m about to get geeked
and i can’t keep a b-tch q da fool he be cheating
bring them bricks to the trap, man that sh-t getting beat
free lil mar b-tch we k!ll for a reason
(b-tch i stay bout a check) cause my n-gg-s need it
(n-gg-s shoot at your neck) my lil n-gg-s demons
you ain’t running down putting beams on n-gg-s chests
rich shootah the label our work is the best
hi-tech with the qualitest
fendi and valentino i’m the best dressed
he was tough till’ i walked down with the 30 s
q da fool putting all beef to rest
lost one case but i beat the rest
you a b-tch boy you need to get redirect-ed
play with the gang yo -ss gon’ be dead
tryna be a rich shootah b-tch go get some bread
f-ck a bank b-tch my bank is the bed
f-ck the feds, q da fool built for a bid
45 with the beam knock off his head
hollow tip hit him make his -ss do the legg
go retarted like i’m poisoned by lead
and i keep ammo got a thousand rounds in the shed
f-ck a hundred round today it’s two hundred
f-ck around a spinned a bin with 400
my n-gg-s catching bodies my n-gg-s hunting
pull up in that tesla sound like its humming
i’m thumbing, b-tch n-gg- i’m thumbing!
cheecho on the beat, i’m f-cking up something
b-tch it’s q-pac these n-gg-s lil pumpin’
these n-gg-s snitch man they giving out hunches
i’m giving out bullets you giving out punches
you don’t want it
b-tch n-gg- don’t want it
i’m on the run so they say that i’m wanted
spinned the bin and man my little n-gg-s done it
we the ones who make it cold when its sunny
we the ones shot up your block and make your whole city ugly
n-gg-s hating cause they b-tch wanna f-ck me
when i walk in the club bet them n-gg-s don’t touch me
came up cause a couple n-gg-s trust me
beefing hard n-gg-s still ain’t buss me
these n-gg-s ain’t shooters they sweet as some honey
don’t beef over b-tches we beef over money
it ain’t a secret got my guns from the country
all designer, all this sh-t out the country
100 round goon!
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