Rich Shooters Shy Glizzy (Ft. Q Da Fool)

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
Yeah, damn
Yeah, hundred round goon
Uh, bitch I'm Herwin on the spoon
I'm dope

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety
I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby
I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy
I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers lately
In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy
I might smoke a nigga, I might give his mother daisies
Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me
He was fuckin' with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy
Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really paid me
Coulda been in Mercedes, fuck 12 tryna frame me
Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey
I really dropped niggas broad day
I'ma show 'em how the mob play
Get up close, personal, my shit face to face (Face to face)
You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the case (Fuck nigga)
Finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything)
I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch)
Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was outside doin' better things
First time I called my mother locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga)