Intro lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Uh Aye Rappin' Ass n*ggas Can't Cool It Wit' Q
(Trap Brovas, What's Good Shabazz Gang)
Aye Trap n*gga sh*t
So Every Motherf*ckin' Beat Imma Speak This Trap sh*t
Uh Damn Damn Damn

[Verse 1 : Q Da Fool]
Ounce of molly in yo main b*tch boot
Y'all rappin' ass n*ggas can't hang with Q
Get me a deal throw the money out the roof
Ran off on his b*tch ass he ain't have a clue
Lyin' ass n*gga you don't never tell the truth
Imma stuff a 100 pounds in this lil ass coupe

[Verse 2: Shabazz]
They know that we keep them glicks
PBG hop out with 6 like [?]
Two things yo b*tch cannot say
Is that I can't f*ck or the period late
Might buy my b*tch a Mercedes
'Cuz I'm makin' plays this trap sh*t is crazy
Bro locked up he been trappin' since the 80s
His house was a daycare and he had no babies
Shoebox full of hundreds and a new .380
Her pus*y torch so I red bottom my lady
She a school teacher she watchin' them babies
Pop a perc, f*ck yo b*tch why is you savin'
I used her address but I am not stayin'
I just held a bail right at the Days Inn
I just poured a deuce my b*tch called me lazy
Just like a doctor bro servin' them patients
[Verse 3: Q Da Fool]
In and out the trap that sh*t like my first home
Put you in the dirt, now you a earthworm
No we don't smoke on no midget
Kill a n*gga for the ticket
Hundred million dollar lick what I'm wishin'
A team of lawyers think I'm OJ Simpson
n*ggas act tough till they pop up missin'
We grew up rough so we keep a missle
I'm a Pakk Boy so I Diesel my jeans
When I get mad I put lean in the cream
My mother start cryin' said you a fiend
I'm addicted, to money and green
Boot up off Molly I'm not gon' fight
I shoot my pipe, you might lose your life
Catch these bullets like you Jerry Rice
Catch these numbers cuz I got the low price
Trap it out
These lil n*ggas life is a screenplay
I'ma chop it up like a DJ
Yeah I got the money replay
My b*tches they said that I'm trippin' (I'm juggin')
Give a f*ck about a image (I'm cookin')
Give a f*ck about the tenants (They lookin')
Yeah they know we 'bout to spend it
Uhhhhh
They said my gang is the truth, might blow any minute
[?] we been did Balenci
I'm fresh than a b*tch 'cuz I stack it up plenty
Walk in the club ever seen a black benji?
Tats n the drugs tryna be like Diddy
Put my di*k in her mouth, you still kissin' on her titties
I'm thumbin' through hunnids she'll thumb through fifties
[Outro: Q Da Fool]
(Yeah watch all my n*ggas go get it)
(Yall f*ck n*ggas, you can't get it)
(I swear to God my whole gang gifted)
(Money, that's a mission)
(You ain't gettin' money you trippin')
(You ain't gettin' money boy you trippin')
(Respect how I'm livin')