[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
You keep talkin' bout that clique and shit
I see that pussy in your eyes
Why you lyin’? You ain't tryin’ ride you ain't tryin’ slide
If they put us on the news nigga you ain't tryin’ hide
You gon turn yourself in you pussy nigga close your thighs
I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes
Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die
And every time I trust a nigga I get snaked out every time
That’s why I say fuck a nigga man I don’t got the time
I don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies
Niggas shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide
You bout to go to trial nigga hold your chin up
We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner
They done killed my nigga dre that shit was in the way
Niggas fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay
First nigga I robbed fucked up and showed fool the safe
He came home the next day errything out of place
I’m hungry I want millions I want foreigns
Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings
We outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding
Pull up on em
I’m beefing harder than a bitch
I gotta keep that thang up on me
Real niggas rare
Counted on some niggas (huh) and niggas wasn’t there
Ran out the house, what the fuck? That nigga wasn’t there
So when I seen him put bullets all in that nigga head
Largo Road made me a soldier, nigga I'm right there
The streets not fair
The streets not fair
We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair
Keep them tools come get repaired
I be counting up the dead
I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead
Uh, I can’t believe what this nigga said
He told them peoples what we fucking did
This nigga tryin’ give me a hunnit years
Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head
My Glock black, but my coat red
Coke white I'm a trappa bitch I’m bout my bread
This that Gucci ucci
Come and check the thread
My niggas do ya boosie
I can’t control my friends
You keep talkin' bout that clique and shit
I see that pussy in your eyes
Why you lyin’? You ain't tryin’ ride you ain't tryin’ slide
If they put us on the news nigga you ain't tryin’ hide
You gon turn yourself in you pussy nigga close your thighs
I ain't lacking i don't ever close my eyes
Every time i close my eyes I see OG Bob die
And every time I trust a nigga I get snaked out every time
That’s why I say fuck a nigga man I don’t got the time
I don’t got the patience for disloyalty and lies
Niggas shootin’ for no reason it’s a reason why we slide
You bout to go to trial nigga hold your chin up
We got the drop on the witness go ahead play your winner
They done killed my nigga dre that shit was in the way
Niggas fallout everyday don’t show em where you stay
First nigga I robbed fucked up and showed fool the safe
He came home the next day errything out of place
I’m hungry I want millions I want foreigns
Give this everything i got we working early in the mornings
We outside when it’s late we ain’t hiding
Pull up on em
I’m beefing harder than a bitch
I gotta keep that thang up on me
Real niggas rare
Counted on some niggas (huh) and niggas wasn’t there
Ran out the house, what the fuck? That nigga wasn’t there
So when I seen him put bullets all in that nigga head
Largo Road made me a soldier, nigga I'm right there
The streets not fair
The streets not fair
We gon keep shooting til the judge give our ass the chair
Keep them tools come get repaired
I be counting up the dead
I was bout to grab the uzi, but I grabbed the mac instead
Uh, I can’t believe what this nigga said
He told them peoples what we fucking did
This nigga tryin’ give me a hunnit years
Now I gotta put a bomb on his muva head
My Glock black, but my coat red
Coke white I'm a trappa bitch I’m bout my bread
This that Gucci ucci
Come and check the thread
My niggas do ya boosie
I can’t control my friends
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