Q Da Fool Into It
[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Uhh
You know how I do man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lemme get that watch right there
Yeahhh
Woah, woah, woah
All of them diamonds
[?]
Just look at my wrist nigga
And get me my bruva one too f..ck they talking bout
Blingg
Yeah that one right there
Uhh (everywhere)
Dripping on these niggas
[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Damn
I cop me a rollie (a rollie)
Balenciaga runners and my bitch she look just like stoney
Valentino nigga these ain't no kobe's
Your bitch eat that dick just like some bologna (eat it)
Bamma ass nigga macaroni toni
Just me in the vet, but I'm not feeling lonely
That money beside em
These days man don't you surprise me
Flying that plane private (uh)
Killing the game perfect timing
Met a couple plugs...off of rhyming
Too much street money 360 can't sign it
These niggas sneak dissing, but no I don't mind it
In the trenches with OVO
Bitch i don't do no hiding
They wanna see me then come find me (bitch)
Real nigga bitch i define it
My stripper bitch she the finest (stripper)
I throw her hundreds when she work for it (hello) she going so hard cause she got hurt before
Introduced her to the drugs (I did), introduced her to the gang (I did)
Had that bitch counting my money (my money)
Had that bitch cleaning AKs (AKs)
Uh
Yeah
Real trap nigga show a bitch how to live
Trying catch up with me you need to take care of kids
Man the life I live I'm prepared for a bed
Free [?] in 40 years
Why these pussy niggas tat they face with a tear?
One of y'all niggas better get in his ear
Never been in no situation, if you did...you probably be scared (bitch)
Never seen a nigga dead
Connected with bloods all they see is red
Bitch i got bread on my head
Could be some shit that i did
And detectives on my dick
They case floating in the air
They don't know who did it
Me neither shit i wasn't there
A omerta nigga, that's rare
The feds out front bruh leave it right there
Posed to meet me at the move nigga wasn't even there
So when you got robbed nigga that's why I was there
You drive I go in
We squared
Meet me in the driveway, and be there
Imma come out with everything and break bread
65/35 that's only fair
Uh
I'm still tryna make my [?]
Tryna move up my bitch spot
Turned Largo Road to a drug shop
Not talking bout dancing when I say that I molly rock
Pull up to the strip, boy don't put your shit in park
Keep your drugs keep it moving
Young nigga keep improving
Smoking inside the boutique shop shout out the rubin
Beam on the 40 I'm toting the rubin
Can't find a good bitch all these bitches be groupies
I shit on the beat I be pooping
You say you a killer it's bout time you prove it
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Uh into it
Im bout get into it
[?] from indian
Diamond from the [?]
My bitch she from India
Bout to get into it
Uhh into it
Im bout get into it
[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
Me and a opp got into it
Punished the nigga
The gun? Yea i threw it
Uhhh I move it
We know that I move it
Ride with them sticks yea I do it
Beef at anytime bitch i might get into it