Yea I heard the rumors
Word around town they said "Q he ain't a shooter"
Don't make me walk down with the ruger
I got respect with the tec this sh** produced by lex luger
How u gon disrespect the gangster
I might just shoot at your uber
Apply pressure to da pack
n***a I ain't cooking noodles
Hang wit all pitbulls these n***as hang out wit poodles
Heard he flexin heard he stuntin so you know I gotta move em
Da folks say hol on the block I had to get it by myself
A lot a gas a lot of Molly I keep guns pace by my belt
If a n***a think he cool bet this bullet make him melt
Close mouths don't get fed told your b**h to help herself
n***as outchea snitching on God I won't say nothing
Trap house jumping junkies keep on running
I done seen n***as switch up over a woman
Swerve em it ain't nothing the loyalty make it something
Shooters hopping out with the 40 on they hip
Everybody around me serving zips and maybe bricks
I don't you so don't f**ing around wit me
Who goin shoot first it might be a murder scene
Who gon shoot first I let these tec squirt
Ima expert at letting guns work
I gotta lotta money from my scale and my stove
If he ain't go to jail den da n***a prolly told
I done kick a couple n***as dope
But I won't tell a soul
Have these n***as talking ganster all these n***as ho's
Talking being (??) And selling d**
I even robbed some stoves
n***as think Im lying n***a just go ask my folks
Put his lil a** out his misery
Run down with heavy artillery
Trappin out largo wit PBG
All dese keys ain't not symphony
I punish the p**y she fearing me
I hope out the jeep buss some 223's
Im f**ing they hoes so they envy me
The clippers real long like a centipede
Pop me a bottle more energy
Pouring the more my remedy
Berretta 45 that's my mini me
Bullet pull up in a finite
(???) be cooking got recipes
Heaven or hell your destiny
Wildin out ain't no checkin me
Ridin round with that check on me
Pull up on blocks like aye
They know I got that cake
b**hes on me cus they know I got that money
Straight drop molly turn you to a mummy
Came along way from trae 5's now I got onions
Now I got onions my trap be bunkin
My trap be ju-ju-ju-ju-jumpin my sh** be jumpin
My phone be jumpin
b**hes on my line yea they straight gunkin
But I ont love em I just f** em
f** em
I just f**em
I just f** em? After we f** em what we do bro?
n***a yea we duck em
I be wit lions you be with rats
Lil D gon get his a**
Q Da Fool really play with bats
You know the gang came to pop some tags
Send my young n***as on his a**
We get the d** and the mask
If I go broke I put on the mask
Trust me I won't spear my last
GANG GANG GANGG GANG GANG