"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 n***as missed me man that shit wasn't luck
I swear this n***as can't shoot
I do a lot of shit these n***as 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 n***as need it
(N***as shoot at your neck) my lil n***as demons
You ain't running down putting beams on n***as 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 n***as catching bodies my n***as hunting
Pull up in that Tesla sound like its humming
I'm thumbing, bitch n***a I'm thumbing!
Cheecho on the beat, I'm fucking up something
Bitch it's Q-Pac these n***as Lil Pumpin'
These n***as snitch man they giving out hunches
I'm giving out bullets you giving out punches
You don't want it
Bitch n***a don't want it
I'm on the run so they say that I'm wanted
Spinned the bin and man my little n***as 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
N***as hating cause they bitch wanna fuck me
When I walk in the club bet them n***as don't touch me
Came up cause a couple n***as trust me
Beefing hard n***as still ain't buss me
These n***as 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!