My Plug Q Da Fool

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you a lil' story, how I met my plug
Gave me guns, sold me drugs
Young nigga started with an ounce and a half
With a box on my ankle and a half-point slug
Swear my mama can't tell me shit
Imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip
OG Bob told me that it's all in the wrist
Mother fuck a job cause I'm tryna get rich
Got locked for a robbery and I ain't say shit
Who, what, where, nigga I ain't take shit
Gucci on my belt I ain't gotta say shit
Your bitch all on my dick and I ain't even say shit
Nigga you a lame goddamn face it
Catch me in the back nigga probably facin' (good dope)
Work piled up like a brick mason
I ain't runnin after hoes boy i'm money chasing
You stealin' my flow that shit sad
I think you owe Q Da Fool cash
The Feds they all on my ass
Cause Q Da Fool known to put niggas in bags

[Verse 2]
I get booted wit my shooter
Ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter
Bitch this real life so I move wit that ruga
I swear moe, this street shit is real
You book then your ass might get killed
A hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams
A young nigga tryna make a mill
Q La'Flare all bout his money shit, not with that funny shit
Bitch nigga, like a girl you just run your lips
Trap nigga everyday tryna make a flip
I don't think niggas really street niggas
I don't think these niggas street niggas
I don't think these niggas street niggas
Like a book man I swear you gotta read niggas
Tryna get it, gotta wake up off the E nigga
Getcha cash man I swear I can't feed niggas
Straight hustlin', definition of a street nigga
Yeah, real street nigga
Gotta get it, off the E nigga
Getcha money, don't ask