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Q Da Fool


[Intro: Q Da Fool]
You know what the f*ck it is
Aye Turk, turn me up
Uh
Rich n*gga man
Yeah
I'm talking about waking up in the mansion n*gga
Draco right beside me
Gucci flip flops
Smoking OG
Whole lot of molly on the kitchen counter n*gga
How many kitchens? Count it n*gga
Uh
Yeah
Young trap n*gga
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm rich as sh*t, but I'm still wit a murder
Thumping through them blue hunnits
3 packs on the burner

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
I'm just driving through Orlando
And I'm smoking good fernando
The inside peanut butter it came with the butterfly doors
4-4-5s around the 4
Versace you smell it come out my pore
I let it rain I let it pour
I run it up I can't be pour
Uh
I put that gun to your peep hole
Uh
I'm on the roof wit a freak hoe
I'm still selling bricks I'm still selling O's
Diamond rings for my b*tch, but I ain't propose
If you a f*ck n*gga imma let you know
That b*tch was too loyal can't let her go
Back onna road
I get that pac and I hit the road
Back onna road
I get that pac back baby girl I hit the road
Range Rovers
Expensive clothes
5 star
That's all she know
50 thou
Drenched in gold
Had another child, didn't let her know
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Yea we good, we could do better though
I put my b*tch on a pedestal
Yea I'm her baby, imma savage though
She eat my (eat my) tadpole
I swear these hoes they be choosing
f*ck her now she wanna move in
Go to the mall blow a cool 10
If this brick touchdown imma do it again

[Verse 2:]
Bentley truck came with a death sentence
Play with Rich Shoota that's a death sentence
My lil n*gga shooting like Oscar Rivers
OG shooting [?]
These n*ggas talkin' bout me, but I don't listen
If you grind you gon' shine boy you gon' glisten'
Run in a n*gga house like [?]
Smell death around the corner I don't go no limit
I take these percocets personal
When it come to that Glock I get surgical
I stay wit a pound and a burner too
My n*gga turk ball like he Turkoglu
Real n*ggas turn hot I can name a few
Killer rats? Yeah I can name a few
If you in any of them categories, can't do a heist witchu
[Hook:]
Didn't let her know
Yeah we good we can do better though
I put my b*tch on a pedestal
Yea I'm her baby, imma savage though
She eat my (she eat my) tadpole
I swear these hoes they be choosing
f*ck her now she wanna move in
Go to the mall blow a cool 10
If this brick touchdown imma do it again
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