Q Da Fool

The Plug
Zaytoven Uh, yeah Rich vibes, clear diamonds Clean drink, bad bitches Jewish plug named Weinstein I ain't trippin' cause I got the bags landin' Q Da Fool show you how to trap it out, hands free Why these police keep tryna jam me? You know I'm smokin' on that plant, no canopy And I got a white bitch named Penelope The plug say the work pure, bitch, it better be All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap The streets ain't the best of me You gotta pay a bag just to mess with me The MAC, and the K, and the Tec with me They said that lil bitch was wet, but sheesh Too much gas, a young nigga can't breathe Got too much shit a young nigga don't need Pulled up smokin' out with my OG Shout out to Zay cause he playin' with the keys Hop out the Wraith, they can't believe what they see Big stunna, no Cash Money Blue hundreds, bitch we want it From the south to the north, they know we gunnin' SongtexteWatch your mouth 'round the gang 'cause we comin' We hungry, bitch, we want it Where that work at, bitch, we want it Take the 9 out, they cryin' now Bitch, you really tryna die for 5 pounds Home Depot gang, we keep a drill I catch that case, I don't say no names, I keep it real I shoot your ass while the other hand bear the will Well when I die, I never will, I got the heart of steel I got a hundred pounds right now in the field Shout out to Rich Shootas, those my Navy SEALs If I send them, man, they drumming for real I know you a fuck, give a fuck how you feel My kid gotta eat and my bitch want a mil' I wanna get rich, and get head, and just chill Kill a nigga, it's a hell of a thrill This Rich Shoota lifestyle shit real See my first hundred rounds like yeah Bullets flying round like Buzz Lightyear If you looking for the kid, lil bitch, I'm right here And I got a .45 for the clip right here, uh These niggas know how we comin' Slangin' them choppers, nigga, slangin' them choppers These niggas know where I'm from Largo Road, got the meds like a doctor Fuck the feds, man, them crackers ain't proper They wash you up, hope that shit don't shock 'em If I bust it down, man, that shit gone sparkle Main bitch fat, watch her lil ass wobble Still got my name in a glass bottle And I'm still fuckin' on the last model Fast life, bring drama, these llamas, bring Jewish plug named Weinstein I ain't trippin' cause I got the bags landin' Q Da Fool show you how to trap it out, hands free Why these police keep tryna jam me? You know I'm smokin' on that plant, no canopy And I got a white bitch named Penelope The plug say the work pure, bitch, it better be All the shit that I done sold, my ticket hella cheap The streets ain't the best of me Uh, uh Damn, uh, uh Uh Aus Songtexte Mania