[Intro]

Q Da Fool, man

100 Round Goon (Brrrrrrt)

Let's get it

Uh, Q Da Fool, man

Rich Shootah! Bitch!

Cheecho on the beat, bitch!

Let's get it, man

I swear to God I hate—

I'm trying, I'm trying take my foot off these niggas necks, but

Man, fuck that shit

[Verse 1]

Like a monkey, bitch, I'm rocking that Bape

Put on my gloves, I'm fighting the case

She sucking my dick and she riding my face

Aunty be stealing, gotta hide my safe

Sometimes it feel like prison my only fate

I'm cooking up crack, I ain't cooking up steak

Bring that bitch to the trap, yeah bitch this is a date

In the hole like 500 days

These niggas hot like a damn jalapeno

My OG still be playing BINGO

You not getting money, nigga you fiend though

Stack up that money just like a damn Pringle

Buy a chopper then I'm calling up Bean, though

In the studio, yeah bitch I'm with Cheecho

In the cell making hook ups with them Cheetos

Now I get Xans and a whole lotta diesel

Bitch the money [?] hey

Fat ass damn bitch, hey

Bitch niggas, yeah that's what I hate

[?] back out, bitch blame that on the state

We can fuck but baby no I can't stay

I'm tryna get a lot of money today

I really shot 5 niggas in one day

I lot of guns bitch shoutout to the A

Molly you can taste

I'm tryna win the race

I'm tryna get a Wraith

Pray everyday

Wash my sins away

By Allah, I hope Allah, he wash my sins away

I just got a 100 guns from the A

Bad bitch on my dick, damn bitch hey