Drive For Us lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
That Rolley inspired me
I loved you, b*tch, why would you lie to me?
When I was broke she wouldn't say hi to me
I swear them b*tches wasn't minding me
Spent a check, on a Patek
Bossed up, had to cut off my ex
Got rich and flooded my neck
Fifty bands, Hundred bands on the deck
I hear you talking, put that talking to rest
Trust me, you don't want to be like the rest
di*k in her stomach; licking her breast
She went to sleep Imma let her get some rest
n*ggas in the way, n*ggas some pests
Couldn't hold his weight, n*ggas some rats
40 melting n*ggas like them n*ggas some wax
You a pus*y n*gga, pus*y n*ggas get taxxed
Hundred round goon I be speaking them facts
Imma go to Neimans, imma buy out the rack
I was shooting guns, never thought I would rap
Range Rover we be riding in silence
I ain't law abiding
We some young n*ggas, yeah we rich and we wilding
In every pile of dirt you find a diamond
Imma boss, Independent, I'm not signing
You a slouch, keep sitting, you not grinding
Ain't no penmanship, i took my pen and start rhyming
f*ck a plug, pick up that Glock and I find him
Ten bands on some clothes now I'm literally styling
Took that b*tch to New York now she just can't stop smiling
Made her suck on my privates
And surprised her with prizes
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
We some Rich Shootahs; We don't drive
We gone' let these b*tches drive for us
All my n*ggas yeah they down to ride
Cause who the f*ck else gone' ride for us
Who the f*ck out here dying for us
Thats his sh*t, thats not yours
Got my own sh*t, had to work for it
Don't talk if you're not sure
Ten hours in them bushes n*gga
Swear to god I was that bored
Why these n*ggas drinking foo lean
And they saying that it's clean they pouring
African diamonds; My fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my n*ggas on it
All my n*ggas getting money b*tch
You not the only young n*gga doing it

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
Yeah we doing it, Yeah we doing it
We some Rich Shootahs; It's a movement
He should've known it, he should've knew it
He ain't have a brain, he was acting stupid
He should've grew it
They say clean up my music, I'm a bad influence
OG Bob died and man my heart was ruined
I was lunching I ain't know what I was doing
Three years, moe, in that prison straight Booling
Think you robbing, what the f*ck is you doing?
Up first, and them bullets went through him
f*ck a lawyer, cause my n*gga he through him
f*ck a tape, man my n*ggas was booing
Pour up a four
I been drinking lean a little more
Hellcat got a little roar
Rolls Royce came with a drawer
We was shooting n*ggas round' the four
Q Da Fool run the whole four
Got a problem, you can come to my door
And I bet a b*tch n*gga blood pour
Imma Rich Shootah, I'm not sparing no n*gga
Robbing n*ggas, I ain't caring lil n*gga
I stack it up, them I bury my figures
Play with me, I'mma bury you n*ggas
Q Da Fool, imma known killer
I swear you playing with the wrong n*gga
I know you see me jhi strong n*gga
But that forty cal jhi stronger n*gga
Talking dumb f*ck wrong with n*ggas?
f*ck rappers, can't do songs with n*ggas
We still snapping cause we hungry n*gga
Need that food like I'm boney n*gga
[Hook: Q Da Fool]
We some Rich Shootahs; We don't drive
We gone' let these b*tches drive for us
All my n*ggas yeah they down to ride
Cause who the f*ck else gone' ride for us
Who the f*ck out here dying for us
Thats his sh*t, thats not yours
Got my own sh*t, had to work for it
Don't talk if you're not sure
Ten hours in them bushes n*gga
Swear to god I was that bored
Why these n*ggas drinking foo lean
And they saying that it's clean they pouring
African diamonds; My fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my n*ggas on it
All my n*ggas getting money b*tch
You not the only young n*gga doing it