Heavy lyrics

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young n*gga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets b*tch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these n*ggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These n*ggas really don't want beef with me
These n*ggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Work real hard twelve hundred on my feet
Diamonds from Africa, shout out to Sadit
I look so good made her c*m in her seat
Tattoos on my face I work for my ink
Told my b*tch I'm too fresh boo you can't call me stink
Popping all these muhf*cking Xans I think I need a shrink
MAK 90 on a string
Me and you both know you not trynna run into me
In a two seater with Lil D
We not chasing b*tches the only thing we chase is cheese
Red bottoms on they neck, I can't let em' breathe
Making transactions I can't let the feds see
Can't none of these f*ck n*ggas say that they fed me
Came up in these streets b*tch by myself
So when I slide b*tch I be by myself
Cause I would never ever snitch on myself
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young n*gga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets b*tch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these n*ggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These n*ggas really don't want beef with me
These n*ggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
All these animals on my Gucci print
I got the heart of a lion
I don't want to talk about sh*t n*gga what you buying?
I just got a pint from Cali
These streets like a sport, my Gucci lens that's my visor
I just got some packs in a towel
n*gga got shot, he so scared of the streets he retired
I still work off three phones
I still trap out like 5 different homes
I still be stealing I take whats my own
Man these streets not right thats why I live so wrong
I'm in the trenches
Half of my n*ggas dead or they in prison
Can't hang with no di*k rider can't make they own decisions
Walk in the club they like them young n*ggas winning
[?] cost a stack, this not no Hennessy
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young n*gga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets b*tch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these n*ggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These n*ggas really don't want beef with me
These n*ggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap