pus*y lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
You keep talkin' bout that clique and sh*t
I see that pus*y in your eyes
Why you lyin’? You ain't tryin’ ride you ain't tryin’ slide
If they put us on the news n*gga you ain't tryin’ hide
You gon turn yourself in you pus*y n*gga close your thighs
I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes
Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die
And every time I trust a n*gga I get snaked out every time
That’s why I say f*ck a n*gga man I don’t got the time
I don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies
n*ggas shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide
You bout to go to trial n*gga hold your chin up
We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner
They done killed my n*gga dre that sh*t was in the way
n*ggas fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay
First n*gga I robbed f*cked up and showed fool the safe
He came home the next day errything out of place
I’m hungry I want millions I want foreigns
Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings
We outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding
Pull up on em
I’m beefing harder than a b*tch
I gotta keep that thang up on me
Real n*ggas rare
Counted on some n*ggas (huh) and n*ggas wasn’t there
Ran out the house, what the f*ck? That n*gga wasn’t there
So when I seen him put bullets all in that n*gga head
Largo Road made me a soldier, n*gga I'm right there
The streets not fair
The streets not fair
We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair
Keep them tools come get repaired
I be counting up the dead
I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead
Uh, I can’t believe what this n*gga said
He told them peoples what we f*cking did
This n*gga tryin’ give me a hunnit years
Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head
My Glock black, but my coat red
Coke white I'm a trappa b*tch I’m bout my bread
This that Gucci ucci
Come and check the thread
My n*ggas do ya boosie
I can’t control my friends
[Verse 2: Duffle Bag Boog]
I lost my right hand man it f*cked me up inside
I was locked up in my cell I couldn’t even slide (Damn)
n*ggas want me dead, so I gotta keep that iron
Rather do time than handle my mother crying
How the f*ck that boy a shooter he ain’t never slide
Man respect man can’t even look me in my eyes
OG Rich Shoota b*tch we live a life of crime
He said he need a molly brick I said I need a [?]
God Damn
Here we go again with the bull sh*t
Riding in the coop, but we got a hunnit in this b*tch
Max got the dog in man we on that ova sh*t
You bet not walk up in my section getting punished in this b*tch
All black hoodie remember me and Don on that mission
Pop another dom man that sh*t be f*cking with me
Swerving in traffic n*gga I got about a hunnit fifty
If it ain’t gang n*gga anybody can get it