Trap Shit by Q Da Fool Lyrics
"Cheecho on the beat, bitch!"
[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Choppa' in the club bust if you buck
Keep a rifle like I'm hunting a motherfucking buck
Keep a stick like I'm hitting a puck
Red bottoms bitch I don't do the chucks
Skeeted on a bitch face, yuck
Them niggas missed me man that shit wasn't luck
I swear this niggas can't shoot
I do a lot of shit these niggas can't do
They saving bitches we already ran through
Set up on your block bitch you gotta move!
Popping molly bitch I'm about to get geeked
And I can't keep a bitch Q Da Fool he be cheating
Bring them bricks to the trap, man that shit getting beat
Free Lil Mar bitch we kill for a reason
(Bitch I stay bout a check) cause my niggas need it
(Niggas shoot at your neck) my lil niggas demons
You ain't running down putting beams on niggas chests
Rich Shootah the label our work is the best
Hi-Tech with the Qualitest
Fendi and Valentino I'm the best dressed
He was tough till' i walked down with the 30 S
Q Da Fool putting all beef to rest
Lost one case but i beat the rest
You a bitch boy you need to get redirect-ed
Play with the gang yo ass gon' be dead
Tryna be a Rich Shootah bitch go get some bread
Fuck a bank bitch my bank is the bed
Fuck the feds, Q Da Fool built for a bid
45 with the beam knock off his head
Hollow tip hit him make his ass do the legg
Go retarted like I'm poisoned by lead
And I keep ammo got a thousand rounds in the shed
Fuck a hundred round today it's two hundred
Fuck around a spinned a bin with 400
My niggas catching bodies my niggas hunting
Pull up in that Tesla sound like its humming
I'm thumbing, bitch nigga I'm thumbing!
Cheecho on the beat, I'm fucking up something
Bitch it's Q-Pac these niggas Lil Pumpin'
These niggas snitch man they giving out hunches
I'm giving out bullets you giving out punches
You don't want it
Bitch nigga don't want it
I'm on the run so they say that I'm wanted
Spinned the bin and man my little niggas done it
We the ones who make it cold when its sunny
We the ones shot up your block and make your whole city ugly
Niggas hating cause they bitch wanna fuck me
When I walk in the club bet them niggas don't touch me
Came up cause a couple niggas trust me
Beefing hard niggas still ain't buss me
These niggas ain't shooters they sweet as some honey
Don't beef over bitches we beef over money
It ain't a secret got my guns from the country
All designer, all this shit out the country
100 Round Goon!
[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Choppa' in the club bust if you buck
Keep a rifle like I'm hunting a motherfucking buck
Keep a stick like I'm hitting a puck
Red bottoms bitch I don't do the chucks
Skeeted on a bitch face, yuck
Them niggas missed me man that shit wasn't luck
I swear this niggas can't shoot
I do a lot of shit these niggas can't do
They saving bitches we already ran through
Set up on your block bitch you gotta move!
Popping molly bitch I'm about to get geeked
And I can't keep a bitch Q Da Fool he be cheating
Bring them bricks to the trap, man that shit getting beat
Free Lil Mar bitch we kill for a reason
(Bitch I stay bout a check) cause my niggas need it
(Niggas shoot at your neck) my lil niggas demons
You ain't running down putting beams on niggas chests
Rich Shootah the label our work is the best
Hi-Tech with the Qualitest
Fendi and Valentino I'm the best dressed
He was tough till' i walked down with the 30 S
Q Da Fool putting all beef to rest
Lost one case but i beat the rest
You a bitch boy you need to get redirect-ed
Play with the gang yo ass gon' be dead
Tryna be a Rich Shootah bitch go get some bread
Fuck a bank bitch my bank is the bed
Fuck the feds, Q Da Fool built for a bid
45 with the beam knock off his head
Hollow tip hit him make his ass do the legg
Go retarted like I'm poisoned by lead
And I keep ammo got a thousand rounds in the shed
Fuck a hundred round today it's two hundred
Fuck around a spinned a bin with 400
My niggas catching bodies my niggas hunting
Pull up in that Tesla sound like its humming
I'm thumbing, bitch nigga I'm thumbing!
Cheecho on the beat, I'm fucking up something
Bitch it's Q-Pac these niggas Lil Pumpin'
These niggas snitch man they giving out hunches
I'm giving out bullets you giving out punches
You don't want it
Bitch nigga don't want it
I'm on the run so they say that I'm wanted
Spinned the bin and man my little niggas done it
We the ones who make it cold when its sunny
We the ones shot up your block and make your whole city ugly
Niggas hating cause they bitch wanna fuck me
When I walk in the club bet them niggas don't touch me
Came up cause a couple niggas trust me
Beefing hard niggas still ain't buss me
These niggas ain't shooters they sweet as some honey
Don't beef over bitches we beef over money
It ain't a secret got my guns from the country
All designer, all this shit out the country
100 Round Goon!