Back Then Q Da Fool

[Into]
Uh, damn hundred round goon
What's up HB? Life be going so fast man
Rich Shoota Cowboys nigga

[Verse 1]
Just yesterday i was a youngin'
Now I'm in a coupe with the mac, got the whole block pumpin'
Who would've ever thought I'd serve my father onions
Young trap nigga, streets know I'm not bluffin'
First nigga I shot, I did it in public, these bitches love it
And I got the M4 in that trunk, it hold a hundred
Just tell me who want it, can't dance right now I got the fifty
Can't trust these niggas, they play you fifty
And you know I got the molly right now
You want a ounce, give me two-fifty
Catch me on Largo Road gettin' trippy
They say I'm fly, a shooter, a hippie
I put a hundred rounds in a drizzy, I shot a nigga down left him pissy
These niggas hot so I stay with that toaster, my bitch left me my relationship a rollercoaster
Real shooter never heard of no holster, keep one in the head like I'm 'posed to
In and out of jail, it made me a soldier
Rest in peace OG Bob, look what he molded
Fifty in the Glock, I ain't scared to hold it
Thought I wasn't 'bout to click and I start rock 'n' rollin'