Q50 lyrics

[Intro]
(Pipe that sh*t up, tnt)
*Humming*

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Yhea, got two Glock forty's and it came with a brain
Promise to god yo ass gon' die you think about snachin' my chain
762 come with a scope nd' it spit with a flame
We maskin' up, irons spray a neck, kill everything with a name

Actin' up nd' we gon' turn him down, n*gga we gon' shake him out
Makin' plays out the mile, trap out, they're still open now
Lil b*tch I got money now, I ain't gotta rob him now
That suppressor, it won't make a sound
We gon' set him up from now
Ridin' in the Q50
Chopper got two titties
If uh n*gga move im re-relapin', it shoot at it fifty
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Big car day behind me nd' they slidin' without my permission
Ten thousand on my body, all designer b*tch, im really drippin'
They down to catch a body, its a hobby, yhea they really with it
ARs in my closet, my four thousand, nd' I went bout a semi
Been out the mud, if brother promote violence, we gon' kill yo children
[?] cured from cancer like im [?], yhea, ill pay him a visit
She dancin' on a n*gga but thats the 30. hangin' out the glizzy
High speed from the police, they can't hold me, they can't get a winner
Now im ridin' four deep with bout' [?]
Lookin' for that maggot ass n*gga , they gon' touch me
Imma leave a red stain onna pus*y white tee
I done seen a hundred thousand money, don't excite me
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