Nike Shoe Box by Q Da Fool Lyrics
Twenty thousand stashed in the Nike shoe box
And ever since Don died bitch I'm riding round' with two Glocks
Niggas out to get me can't put that tool down
If I see a opp' I'm walking him and his crew down
I got the white and I got the brown
Rich Shootas bitch we got now
In the trap I'm serving Bobby Brown
Buy a brick then I break it down
Pour a duece and I smoke out the pound
Baby choppa with a hundred round
I ain't playing around bitch I'll walk you down
Big Don and I love that gun sound
Off the boot I ain't never coming down
Before this rap, I was selling the bricks and the pounds
Number one shooter in the town
Load em up then I be knocking em' down
Pick the bitch up beat the pussy down
Hundred Round Goon I can't hang with no coons or no clowns
Father raised me to sell bricks and them pounds
Caught a murder charge bitch I ain't saying a sound
Draco on my and its heavy
Bake a nigga like a Deli
Qupac; I'm the new Makaveli
Grab the MAC and hit the boo in his belly
Fuck up a show then fuck your main bitch in the telly
Only listen to my OG's ain't shit you can tell me
We got Percocets, we got them vitamins
Once you show them the swag they gone' start biting it
First gun was a high point I wasn't liking it
Now I got AR's I be swiping shit
Grab a Fanta and I'm spiking it
Off the top lil nigga I ain't writing it
Me and Q went to trap selling Percocets and them Vicodins
And your main bitch we piping it
Take in the trap yeah we fighting it
And ever since Don died bitch I'm riding round' with two Glocks
Niggas out to get me can't put that tool down
If I see a opp' I'm walking him and his crew down
I got the white and I got the brown
Rich Shootas bitch we got now
In the trap I'm serving Bobby Brown
Buy a brick then I break it down
Pour a duece and I smoke out the pound
Baby choppa with a hundred round
I ain't playing around bitch I'll walk you down
Big Don and I love that gun sound
Off the boot I ain't never coming down
Before this rap, I was selling the bricks and the pounds
Number one shooter in the town
Load em up then I be knocking em' down
Pick the bitch up beat the pussy down
Hundred Round Goon I can't hang with no coons or no clowns
Father raised me to sell bricks and them pounds
Caught a murder charge bitch I ain't saying a sound
Draco on my and its heavy
Bake a nigga like a Deli
Qupac; I'm the new Makaveli
Grab the MAC and hit the boo in his belly
Fuck up a show then fuck your main bitch in the telly
Only listen to my OG's ain't shit you can tell me
We got Percocets, we got them vitamins
Once you show them the swag they gone' start biting it
First gun was a high point I wasn't liking it
Now I got AR's I be swiping shit
Grab a Fanta and I'm spiking it
Off the top lil nigga I ain't writing it
Me and Q went to trap selling Percocets and them Vicodins
And your main bitch we piping it
Take in the trap yeah we fighting it