Str8 lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
His best friend died and it hit home
Rich Shootahs slide and now your clique gone
f*cking on your b*tch; thank god she a red bone
Cousin got life because he slid with a iPhone
[?] b*tch its kidnapping season
The b*tch ran his mouth b*tch I click for me
One hit, one sniff now I got the b*tch fiening
She was geeking for the di*k now I got the b*tch screaming
We rushing, choppas and dracos they Russian
Your OG ain't shooting he rusty
My Glock got a hundred its custom
That PCP get it through customs
Throw a bomb at your home
All these hoes want is cash got to know they dont love you
A hundred guns stashed in the tunnel
Try to sneak diss the gang you get smoked like some funnel

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
My shooters creeping like spiders
Sliming you n*ggas and living confined
Can't hang with no n*gga be geeking for a problem
b*tch we trap out the building, you'd think it was haunted
Straight, no cut I serve em' straight
Bricks and plates, I trap in several states
That pus*y sh*t I hate, I make you feel my Drac'
I dive inside her lake, all night, my di*k, she ate
I'm straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
Lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight
[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
Damn, I'm in the battlefield, I got a lot of steel
I'm too deep in the streets, b*tch, you can't get me out of here
I be geeking for beef, keep a Glock in my underwear
Largo road clicking b*tch you could get put on here
b*tch I'm a killer I tote my gun everywhere
I catch you down bad, b*tch, I never be playing fair
Hop on the stage, show my watch, and the fans stare
Rich Shootas, once I see blood I'm booted
His b*tch suck my di*k, he clueless
A hundred in my stick I'm booling
I'm bout' to slide, bring out the yellow tape
b*tch I'm on the grind; so my sons, they forever straight
I tote them drums, b*tch I'm a heavyweight
My shooters go dumb, they sliding everyday

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
My shooters creeping like spiders
Sliming you n*ggas and living confined
Can't hang with no n*gga be geeking for a problem
b*tch we trap out the building, you'd think it was haunted
Straight, no cut I serve em' straight
Bricks and plates, I trap in several states
That pus*y sh*t I hate, I make you feel my Drac'
I dive inside her lake, all night, my di*k, she ate
I'm straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
Lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight