Stressing by Q Da Fool Lyrics
[Intro]
Uhh uhh
Yeah, grrrr, bow bow
Hunnits round goon
(I'm on the moon)
These niggas goin talk about it
Uh, these niggas goin talk about it
[Verse 1]
Bitch, damn, how could you switch inna real one
You told me you always goin be on my side
I guess that shit got just to real huh
Fuck these bitches
I only got love for my real ones
And if you a good nigga that's loyal
Only one inna mill come
I swear I can't wait till these mirrors come
These niggas be wild on they feet they sighin
I bet if they listen to one song
I bet they be like yea that boy the one
Imma keep smoking on herb, imma keep poppin theses percs
Every time I go to the stu kill a verse
How you goin judge me off some that u heard
Retaliation yea I gotta get me revenge
Stop thinking these niggas real
These nigga be real behind the lens
I'm back stressin again
I bet she won't web us for nothing and shit
Never question my men
But you know I got stay sharp as a pen
These niggas bitches can't pull up to the trench
Pull up with the i8 lights out
That's his bitch he don't know she gettin piped out
I'm in the streets and I'm telling you now
I ain't taking nice route
I go retalent for my gang
Head first, I made it out coulda been way worse
She lickin and lickin her lips
Man fuck it I'm bout to pay for it
Out Mexico and don't got no passport
Live life how I wanna and fast forwards
Lamborghini u still drivin that damn Ford
Fuck on that bitch nigga pour a four
Yea I know her but I don't know her (Bitch)
So where I live man I can't show her
These streets fuck me up inside till the core
Shit so fucked up using vocal cords
I got show much pain but I never will show it
And they say that Draco rain
But your Draco ain't pouring
When it's work time we put on everything on OG Bob we goin score
And bitch nigga vouch for that
Fake it till you make it nigga that's wack
Pull up on em nigga really what's happenin
My baby mama told that u said Q Da Fool actin
Uhh uhh
Yeah, grrrr, bow bow
Hunnits round goon
(I'm on the moon)
These niggas goin talk about it
Uh, these niggas goin talk about it
[Verse 1]
Bitch, damn, how could you switch inna real one
You told me you always goin be on my side
I guess that shit got just to real huh
Fuck these bitches
I only got love for my real ones
And if you a good nigga that's loyal
Only one inna mill come
I swear I can't wait till these mirrors come
These niggas be wild on they feet they sighin
I bet if they listen to one song
I bet they be like yea that boy the one
Imma keep smoking on herb, imma keep poppin theses percs
Every time I go to the stu kill a verse
How you goin judge me off some that u heard
Retaliation yea I gotta get me revenge
Stop thinking these niggas real
These nigga be real behind the lens
I'm back stressin again
I bet she won't web us for nothing and shit
Never question my men
But you know I got stay sharp as a pen
These niggas bitches can't pull up to the trench
Pull up with the i8 lights out
That's his bitch he don't know she gettin piped out
I'm in the streets and I'm telling you now
I ain't taking nice route
I go retalent for my gang
Head first, I made it out coulda been way worse
She lickin and lickin her lips
Man fuck it I'm bout to pay for it
Out Mexico and don't got no passport
Live life how I wanna and fast forwards
Lamborghini u still drivin that damn Ford
Fuck on that bitch nigga pour a four
Yea I know her but I don't know her (Bitch)
So where I live man I can't show her
These streets fuck me up inside till the core
Shit so fucked up using vocal cords
I got show much pain but I never will show it
And they say that Draco rain
But your Draco ain't pouring
When it's work time we put on everything on OG Bob we goin score
And bitch nigga vouch for that
Fake it till you make it nigga that's wack
Pull up on em nigga really what's happenin
My baby mama told that u said Q Da Fool actin