Crazy Q Da Fool

Imma sip this lean then imma lean back
Your bitch on my dick she like "Q just relax"
Bitch I'm on the box, I can't even leave the trap
Bitch you on my cock, but you like to hang with rats
I stay with 20 bands now a nigga feeling arrogant
Me and money married, you play with me get carried
I got a bitch like Fergie, she suck my dick real early
When my daddy died damn I felt just like a surgeon
Damn that shit it really hurt me
I know you want me to [?]
I know you want me killed walk the ops
I'm really a street nigga fuck a op
RIP [?] 'cause we had to drop
I love my family 'cause they're the only ones that ever had me
Imma stay ten toes and run my bands up
Feds told me put my hands up, I ain't 'bout to be in handcuffs
You know I got to get the fuck, get the fuck
Gas coming on the plane on the bus
I don't really want fame and the [?]
I just want a whole lot of money to touch
I got caught with the pistol, I been chilling lately
But you know I love my pistol, that's my fuckin baby
All these guns around me, man I think Im going crazy
I'm going crazy, I think I'm going crazy
I got shooters round me, nigga they be going crazy
Catching bodies every day, this shit will be you crazy
Crazy, man my niggas crazy
Pray for me, I swear they got my niggas crazy
Free Lil Mar got locked up down the road
Brother he a shooter he ain't never froze
His commissary thick 'cause he ain't tell a soul
Your commissary don't get a cent 'cause you bitched out and told
Keep asking questions, bitch I don't know
They ain't 'bout to have Q Da Fool on death row
I play the game smart bitch, like a chess board
I'm 'bout to pop a xan, even 'bout to press record nigga