[Intro: Q Da Fool]

Uhh

You know how I do man

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lemme get that watch right there

Yeahhh

Woah, woah, woah

All of them diamonds

[?]

Just look at my wrist nigga

And get me my bruva one too fuck they talking bout

Blingg

Yeah that one right there

Uhh (everywhere)

Dripping on these niggas

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]

Damn

I cop me a rollie (a rollie)

Balenciaga runners and my bitch she look just like stoney

Valentino nigga these ain't no kobe’s

Your bitch eat that dick just like some bologna (eat it)

Bamma ass nigga macaroni toni

Just me in the vet, but I'm not feeling lonely

That money beside em

These days man don't you surprise me

Flying that plane private (uh)

Killing the game perfect timing

Met a couple plugs...off of rhyming

Too much street money 360 can't sign it

These niggas sneak dissing, but no I don't mind it

In the trenches with OVO

Bitch i don't do no hiding

They wanna see me then come find me (bitch)

Real nigga bitch i define it

My stripper bitch she the finest (stripper)

I throw her hundreds when she work for it (hello) she going so hard cause she got hurt before

Introduced her to the drugs (I did), introduced her to the gang (I did)

Had that bitch counting my money (my money)

Had that bitch cleaning AKs (AKs)

Uh

Yeah

Real trap nigga show a bitch how to live

Trying catch up with me you need to take care of kids

Man the life I live I'm prepared for a bed

Free [?] in 40 years

Why these pussy niggas tat they face with a tear?

One of y'all niggas better get in his ear

Never been in no situation, if you did...you probably be scared (bitch)

Never seen a nigga dead

Connected with bloods all they see is red

Bitch i got bread on my head

Could be some shit that i did

And detectives on my dick

They case floating in the air

They don’t know who did it

Me neither shit i wasn’t there

A omerta nigga, that's rare

The feds out front bruh leave it right there

Posed to meet me at the move nigga wasn’t even there

So when you got robbed nigga that’s why I was there

You drive I go in

We squared

Meet me in the driveway, and be there

Imma come out with everything and break bread

65/35 that's only fair

Uh

I’m still tryna make my [?]

Tryna move up my bitch spot

Turned Largo Road to a drug shop

Not talking bout dancing when I say that I molly rock

Pull up to the strip, boy don't put your shit in park

Keep your drugs keep it moving

Young nigga keep improving

Smoking inside the boutique shop shout out the rubin

Beam on the 40 I’m toting the rubin

Can't find a good bitch all these bitches be groupies

I shit on the beat I be pooping

You say you a killer it’s bout time you prove it

[Hook: Q Da Fool]

Uh into it

Im bout get into it

[?] from indian

Diamond from the [?]

My bitch she from India

Bout to get into it

Uhh into it

Im bout get into it

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]

Me and a opp got into it

Punished the nigga

The gun? Yea i threw it

Uhhh I move it

We know that I move it

Ride with them sticks yea I do it

Beef at anytime bitch i might get into it