"Cheecho on the beat, bitch!"

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]

Choppa' in the club bust if you buck

Keep a rifle like I'm hunting a motherfucking buck

Keep a stick like I'm hitting a puck

Red bottoms bitch I don't do the chucks

Skeeted on a bitch face, yuck

Them niggas missed me man that shit wasn't luck

I swear this niggas can't shoot

I do a lot of shit these niggas can't do

They saving bitches we already ran through

Set up on your block bitch you gotta move!

Popping molly bitch I'm about to get geeked

And I can't keep a bitch Q Da Fool he be cheating

Bring them bricks to the trap, man that shit getting beat

Free Lil Mar bitch we kill for a reason

(Bitch I stay bout a check) cause my niggas need it

(Niggas shoot at your neck) my lil niggas demons

You ain't running down putting beams on niggas chests

Rich Shootah the label our work is the best

Hi-Tech with the Qualitest

Fendi and Valentino I'm the best dressed

He was tough till' i walked down with the 30 S

Q Da Fool putting all beef to rest

Lost one case but i beat the rest

You a bitch boy you need to get redirect-ed

Play with the gang yo ass gon' be dead

Tryna be a Rich Shootah bitch go get some bread

Fuck a bank bitch my bank is the bed

Fuck the feds, Q Da Fool built for a bid

45 with the beam knock off his head

Hollow tip hit him make his ass do the legg

Go retarted like I'm poisoned by lead

And I keep ammo got a thousand rounds in the shed

Fuck a hundred round today it's two hundred

Fuck around a spinned a bin with 400

My niggas catching bodies my niggas hunting

Pull up in that Tesla sound like its humming

I'm thumbing, bitch nigga I'm thumbing!

Cheecho on the beat, I'm fucking up something

Bitch it's Q-Pac these niggas Lil Pumpin'

These niggas snitch man they giving out hunches

I'm giving out bullets you giving out punches

You don't want it

Bitch nigga don't want it

I'm on the run so they say that I'm wanted

Spinned the bin and man my little niggas done it

We the ones who make it cold when its sunny

We the ones shot up your block and make your whole city ugly

Niggas hating cause they bitch wanna fuck me

When I walk in the club bet them niggas don't touch me

Came up cause a couple niggas trust me

Beefing hard niggas still ain't buss me

These niggas ain't shooters they sweet as some honey

Don't beef over bitches we beef over money

It ain't a secret got my guns from the country

All designer, all this shit out the country

100 Round Goon!