(Q Da Fool)
I want my money lil bitch, How many xans i popped 10
I had to block that lil bitch, on twitter she watching my shit
Her baby father he a stalker, I swear to god shawty he crazy as shit

I told her to get off my dick, like soccer she gotta get kicked
N***as bluffing n***as lying, not really living what they rhymin
Oh thats your boo thats my baby, I even bought shoes for yo baby

Fuck N***a you broke and its sad, you need to go get you a bag
I really ran up on a plug, You gotta work out with that mag
Lil hoe we dont look at no tag, We buy it we spend it
Burberry just for fitness, balenciaga hurt they feelings

Im at the top of this rap shit, Industries know im the realest
The PO she said check my piss, Shoot you in the heart than blow you a kiss

(Run up in his room 2x) If he got that work we run up in his room

25 to life the feds go through my phone, I jus had a trap phone i jus threw away, a ruuga I jus blew away I threw away

Wake up in the mornin like damn who ima shoot today
No lackin I cannot get shot up in my face
N***as not real how yo name pop up in my case
Pop a molly pop a Glock boy you fade away
(Outro)
Fuckin these bitches ain't nothin, Buyin designer ain't nothin
Pull up foreign nothin, how they 20 deep not busssin, takin dis work ain't nothin, robbin these n***as ain't nothin when i ran up these n***as had nothin