Str8 by Q Da Fool Lyrics
[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
His best friend died and it hit home
Rich Shootahs slide and now your clique gone
Fucking 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 pussy 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 pussy 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
His best friend died and it hit home
Rich Shootahs slide and now your clique gone
Fucking 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 pussy 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 pussy 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