Lie Q Da Fool

Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead

Verse 1: Q da Fool
Rich Shootahs
Sippin red
Baking coke
This ain't no bread
This a 50 nigga
This ain't no lead
In high school cheerleaders gave me head
I swear to God I ain't no average rapper
These fuck niggas they be trapping backwards
Pop a xan and Im smoking a backwood
She [?] for the dick man that bitch say its that good
Bitches lie niggas lie
But I swear to God nigga them numbers don't lie
Try to rob me bitch I can't let it fly
Calico with a hunnit let it fly
Fuck that nigga let that fuck nigga rot
I be shooting I think I'm from Iraq
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Man I think these niggas hot
Damn that bitch pussy tighter than a knot
Not a point guard but bitch I got a shot
I step on that coke [?]
You don't got a body that boy Is a liar
Oh you a baller [?]
Im plugged in from D.C to Cincinnati
Why your sister keep on calling me daddy