Rich Shoota Q Da Fool

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Aye learn how to trap hard back that work up and I do this shit by myself
Gloves on when I’m touching the shells
Invest all my money in drugs and shit never fails
Can’t fuck with these niggas i think they a squeal
From cali to largo road got that shit in the mail
Tigers and snakes on my muhfuckin belt
Keep them bullets with me that shit good for my health
It ain’t a secret that they stealing my swag
Got a lul weight from stealing out my father stash
Got some shooters they’ll kill a nigga if you talking cash
Get up on your asss
I put the red in the big blue
Popped a percocet I ended up with your bitch up in a red roof
Q Da Fool yeah bitch I’m here to prove it
Everything I say the streets will tell ya that it’s true
Some of my bitches been acting new (acting new)
I guess that's what models and strippers do
These niggas be acting I caught em lacking you know that I had to strip the dude
Eat on her pussy jump in the pool
Taught her how to clean my gun, that's my boo
My life in the streets boy your life in the booth
I really did shit I don’t got shit to prove

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
She never fucked with a Rich Shoota
Diamonds shining like a beam, but I’m not bout to shoot it
Imma rich nigga all my clothes exclusive
Just came off the interstate with a 100 pounds [?]
Twelve years old when I came to a conclusion
Imma be rich and a shoota
Taking risk to be rich I had to do it
Clean money in the bank dirty guns in the sewer