Drowning Q Da Fool & Goo Glizzy

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Damn, damn
(Major)
Real shit, real shit, nigga
Yeah
Lot of shit discreet, nigga, on murder
But ain't no talkin 'bout it
Ain't no conversatin' 'bout it, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
She wan' talk about it
Got some niggas do they dirt, but they don't talk about it
Fuck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
The hate be real, the love be fake, it ain't no way around it
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
I get them pounds and flood 'em
I just might out-of-town it
We don't like out-of-towners
Backdoored 'em quick, we found 'em
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Play pussy, can't allow it
Damn, I got some shit on my conscience
Damn, they found they nigga unconscious
Bitch, I got some shit, tote a hundred
For real, they take my stick, not coming
Fuck 'em, I'm sending bombs like a comet
I had to fuck with a condom
That lil' bitch done fucked on my brother
Damn, so I had to fuck on her sister
I gotta stay with a pistol
I gotta stay with a rifle
Can't let these fuck niggas kill me, not 'bout to boost up your title
A day-one turned to a rival
I'm fly as fuck on arrival
Man, these niggas ride dick like a saddle
I'm tryna finish the war, these niggas worried 'bout the battle
He tried to go for the pick when he should've went for the tackle
I said I'm done with the boxes, so I had to fuck with the tractor
Can't come in the spot with your phone, you know that shit come with tracking