[Intro: Don Q]

Yeah, Don

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Don Q]

She know what's up, she ride with me, she gotta hold this Glizzy for me

That's my bitch, she got a business, I punch all her inventory

My homie posted on the strip, you know we gotta grip this .40

If my soldier make a hit, just trust me, it ain't Ricky Morty

I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas, you ain't that familiar

I get love from the trappin' niggas 'cause I had experience

Creep so low, I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar

Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga, but that cat'll kill you

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo & Don Q]

Yeah, bitch, you know we really drillin'

Brick of fetti, I'ma sell them pills 'til I make fifty million

Pop out at them niggas show, we hit shit in the building

Scurby nigga, turn a rapper chain into some memorabilia

Dirty sipper, I'ma pour this drink, my cup filled to the ceiling

Pack of pills on me, I'ma take 'em like they penicillin

How I'm not gon' trap when my oldheads was really the kitchen?

With them pigeons, so if shit don't work out, then I still can get 'em

Brodie told me them boys cappin', we know niggas hurt

Hit that switch and cut the power off, end them niggas service

Or catch 'em lackin' at the crib, I damn near split the curtains

Pop two beans, pour me up a six, I love to sip with Percys

Remember takin' bird baths with the bitch to Turkey

I had to go and get a bag, man, that shit was urgent

Everybody can't be a star, you need a Kendrick purpose

They comin' at the door, since when you niggas get the curb?

Don't get peter rolled, I get 'em boys to green the go

Dirty .380 and I got it from the fiend I know

A scammer bitch, she send them numbers and give me the part

I ain't gon' lie, she really teach me, though, long as I keep it low

But y'all be tweakin', though

See this Patek, she gon' fuck off rip, I barely speak to hoes

Big chopper, keep a broom, I'm tryna sweep the floor

I only fuck with shooters and the robbers, you niggas be with trolls

[Chorus: Don Q]

She know what's up, she ride with me, she gotta hold this Glizzy for me

That's my bitch, she got a business, I punch all her inventory

My homie posted on the strip, you know we gotta grip this .40

If my soldier make a hit, just trust me, it ain't Ricky Morty

I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas, you ain't that familiar

I get love from the trappin' niggas 'cause I had experience

Creep so low, I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar

Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga, but that cat'll kill you

[Verse 2: Don Q]

It's a dirty game when the shooters tellin', that's a thriller

How he sayin' names? I seen killers tell on other killers

Caramel seats, I came up from sellin' that vanilla

I gotta keep me some protection 'cause my section gettin' realer

Most ain't make it to see twenty-five, so I was worried

They either died or got twenty-five from the jury

I know niggas you can't rob, they gon' die for that jeweler

I tell 'em, "Fuck it, if they catch you, we gon' slide 'til they buried"

Ain't no sense in dyin' over shit that we can buy back

What, that boy gon' need a casket? Tell his mama buy that

They slide through bangin' drums, it sound like the hi-hat

It's in my aura and where I'm from, you know I can't disguise that

[Chorus: Don Q]

She know what's up, she ride with me, she gotta hold this Glizzy for me

That's my bitch, she got a business, I punch all her inventory

My homie posted on the strip, you know we gotta grip this .40

If my soldier make a hit, just trust me, it ain't Ricky Morty

I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas, you ain't that familiar

I get love from the trappin' niggas 'cause I had experience

Creep so low, I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar

Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga, but that cat'll kill you