Stressin lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah
[?]
Bow bow
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
Hunnit round goon
Uh, uh, uh
I'm on the move
These n*ggas gon talk about it
These n*ggas gon talk about it

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
b*tch, damn
How could you switch on a real one?
You told me you always gon be by my side, I guess that sh*t just got too real, huh?
f*ck these b*tches (f*ck these b*tches)
I only got love for my real one
And if you got a good n*gga that's loyal, only one in a mil come
I swear I can’t wait til these Mils come
These n*ggas be wild don't even feed they son
I found out they listen to one song, I bet they be like yeah that boy the one
Imma keep smoking on herb
Imma keep poppin’ these perks
Every time i got to the stu kill a verse
How you gon judge me off sum you heard?
Retaliation yeah i gotta get me revenge
Stop thinking these n*ggas real, these n*ggas be real behind the lens
I’m back stressin again
I'm back shooting’ weapons for nothin’ and sh*t
Never question my men
But you know I gotta stay sharp as a pen
These n*ggas b*tches can’t pull up to the trenchhh
Pulled up with the RA lights out
That’s his b*tch he don’t know she gettin’ piped out
I’m in the streets and I’m tellin’ you now
(Hunnit round)
I ain’t taking nice route
I go retarded for my gang
Head first, I made it out could’ve been way worse
She lookin’ and lickin’ her lips man f*ck it I'm bout to pay for her
Out in Mexico and dont got no passport
Livin’ life how I wanted [?]
[?] driving a damn ford
f*ck on that b*tch n*gga pour up four
Yeah I know her, but I don’t know her (b*tch)
So where I live man I can’t show her
These streets f*cked me up inside to the core
sh*t so f*cked up using vocal cords
I got so much pain, but I never will show it (no)
And they say that draco rain, why your draco ain’t pouring?
[?]
When it’s work time we put on everything on OG Bob we gon score
And big n*gga vouch for that
Fake it til you make it ,n*gga that's wack
Pull up on a n*gga really what’s happening?
Your baby momma told me that you said Q Da Fool acting
b*tch
b*tch