Str8 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
His best friend died and it hit home
Rich Shootahs slide and now your clique gone
f*cking on your bitch; thank god she a red bone
Cousin got life because he slid with a iPhone
[?] bitch its kidnapping season
The bitch ran his mouth bitch I click for me
One hit, one sniff now I got the bitch fiening
She was geeking for the dick now I got the bitch screaming
We rushing, choppas and dracos they Russian
Your OG ain't shooting he rusty
My Glock got a hundred its custom
That PCP get it through customs
Throw a bomb at your home
All these hoes want is cash got to know they dont love you
A hundred guns stashed in the tunnel
Try to sneak diss the gang you get smoked like some funnel

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
My shooters creeping like spiders
Sliming you niggas and living confined
Can't hang with no nigga be geeking for a problem
Bitch we trap out the building, you'd think it was haunted
Straight, no cut I serve em' straight
Bricks and plates, I trap in several states
That p*ssy shit I hate, I make you feel my Drac'
I dive inside her lake, all night, my dick, she ate
I'm straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
Lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight [Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
Damn, I'm in the battlefield, I got a lot of steel
I'm too deep in the streets, bitch, you can't get me out of here
I be geeking for beef, keep a Glock in my underwear
Largo road clicking bitch you could get put on here
Bitch I'm a killer I tote my gun everywhere
I catch you down bad, bitch, I never be playing fair
Hop on the stage, show my watch, and the fans stare
Rich Shootas, once I see blood I'm booted
His bitch suck my dick, he clueless
A hundred in my stick I'm booling
I'm bout' to slide, bring out the yellow tape
Bitch I'm on the grind; so my sons, they forever straight
I tote them drums, bitch I'm a heavyweight
My shooters go dumb, they sliding everyday

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
My shooters creeping like spiders
Sliming you niggas and living confined
Can't hang with no nigga be geeking for a problem
Bitch we trap out the building, you'd think it was haunted
Straight, no cut I serve em' straight
Bricks and plates, I trap in several states
That p*ssy shit I hate, I make you feel my Drac'
I dive inside her lake, all night, my dick, she ate
I'm straight, pay my lawyer straight, pay my plug straight
Lil bruh complete that mission, now he living straight

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