[Chorus]
Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car
Sending shots while his bitch in the car
I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it
Way before coke I was pushin' that molly
Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in
When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it
Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you
Every n***a 'round me, they loyal

[Verse 1]
Why you jump in the streets? This shit ain't even for you
They shot down my n***a, that shit wasn't even for him
Might spin through your hood in a foreign
Hit his lil bitch, bad but boring
My brother got snaked by his dawg and I warned him
But he doubled back quick as a bitch that's a helluva performance
Lowkey I think slim an informant, lowkey whip spin shit in the morning
I just hit Louis V, walk in that bitch and them hoes be like "Who is he?"
Walk out that bitch with the hoes that was goosin' me
Is you a killer, some shit you gotta prove to me
All of that bluffin', that shit it ain't moving me
Feds on my dick, cause my money and jewelry
Yeah my name Q Da Fool, but I'm not with the foolery
Used to be lunchin' but y'all got the cooler me
You bluffin' cause you say what you 'bout to do to me
He can't be a opp cause he ain't never shoot at me
Went straight to the top and I brought the whole crew with me
N***as said we was enemies, COs was moving me
If it's smoke or some money, I pop out
Bro he right there, pull up I'ma hop out
In that jail bring that fan motor, bitch or that lock out
Or a long ass knife with a good handle
Really spent long ass nights with my bro vampin'
OG Bob died in my face and it did damage
I'll shoot in the mall too, free No Savage
I'm 'bout to buy a AP for my bad bitch
We lit from that ARP, shawty a bad bitch
If you lookin' for za's for the low bitch we have it
Brick off the 25, I'm doing magic
Drop some work in the trenches, then back livin' lavish
[Chorus]
Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car
Sending shots while his bitch in the car
I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it
Way before coke I was pushin' that molly
Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in
When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it
Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you
Every n***a 'round me, they loyal

[Verse 2]
Every n***a 'round me ready for it
Free Bob's son, bro really be scorin'
Four after four bitch I really be pourin'
Your man up the road and I really was hoein' him
You don't want smoke you just runnin' your damn mouth
You ain't do shit when they ran in your damn house
Thought he was gangsta til his bitch side came out
You coopin' or bobbin' bitch this ain't no hangout
That feelin' when I'm 'bout to bang out
Free all the men sittin' down over Greenmount
Wake up the mountains, but he 'bout to make out
Gotta have patience when you on a stakeout
Fucked on his bitch, then I ordered her takeout
He sweet with some money, we bringing that shake out
My favorite opp died, bitch I'm cutting the cake now
Q Da Fool home bitch prepared for the takedown
[Chorus]
Hope that lil boy got a stick in that car
Sending shots while his bitch in the car
I done stuck to the grind and got rich, I could bar it
Way before coke I was pushin' that molly
Plug come from China, he bringin' that boy in
When she grabbin' them sheets, I know she enjoy it
Rich Shoota, bitch I can employ you
Every n***a 'round me, they loyal