In This b*tch lyrics
by Q Da Fool
[Hook: Shabazz (Q Da Fool)]
I got the gas in this b*tch
Finessin' with swag in this b*tch
I stand on the couch in the VIP
I'm in the club with the stick
Leave the club, f*ck on your b*tch
Givenchy costs more than your zip
Bro get the molly and bricks
I'm with the gang, f*ck a clique
He sweet we gone' bag him again
Two choppas' and they twins
I swerve out the Audi, shoot out the beamer, we be flexin' in a Benz
A 100 grams all a young n*gga had
Now I get it off the Greyhound
30 round, n*gga I don't even play around
Find your OG dead on the playground
We just some shooters and sh*t
We just some shooters and sh*t
We just some shooters and sh*t
(BOP BOP BOP) Empty the clip
We just some shooters and sh*t
All these b*tches man, I think I'm a pimp
She play with my money I'm shooting that b*tch
The whole city know we shootin' and sh*t
[Verse 1: Shabazz]
(Shabazz, n*gga!)
Whole city know we shootin'
Your b*tch on my di*k, she chewin'
100 round on me, I'm coolin'
Lil' mama wet like jacuzzi (She drippin!)
This a choppa, f*ck a Uzi
Pop a double perc, my life like a movie
50 in the Glock, we walk down and shoot it
That's a Mac, lil' n*gga that's not a Uzi
Got a new plug cause the old one, we moved him
Q off the boot so we stickin' it and movin'
Keep them clips on us like we directin' movies
PBGBANDDUP get hip to the movement
[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
We shootin' sh*t, catch an opp for gettin' him
I could pay your momma's rent
Why you talkin cause omerta my b*tch
n*ggas catch a case and then snitch on they clique
Free Lil Mar cause he innocent
Catch whoever snitched and yeah that's the end of it
On the box and I'm still finessin' sh*t
f*ck the standard cause the 50 my favorite clip
Molly, bundle and potato chips
I f*ck with the plug, he be takin' risks
He know a real n*gga won't take his sh*t
Unless he starts doing all that fakin' sh*t
[Hook: Shabazz (Q Da Fool)]
I got the gas in this b*tch
Finessin' with swag in this b*tch
I stand on the couch in the VIP
I'm in the club with the stick
Leave the club, f*ck on your b*tch
Givenchy costs more than your zip
Bro get the molly and bricks
I'm with the gang, f*ck a clique
He sweet we gone' bag him again
Two choppas' and they twins
I swerve out the Audi, shoot out the beamer, we be flexin' in a Benz
A 100 grams all a young n*gga had
Now I get it off the Greyhound
30 round, n*gga I don't even play around
Find your OG dead on the playground
We just some shooters and sh*t
We just some shooters and sh*t
We just some shooters and sh*t
(BOP BOP BOP) Empty the clip
We just some shooters and sh*t
All these b*tches man, I think I'm a pimp
She play with my money I'm shooting that b*tch
The whole city know we shootin' and sh*t