Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead

Verse 1: Q da Fool
Rich Shootahs
Sippin red
Baking coke
This ain't no bread
This a 50 n***a
This ain't no lead
In high school cheerleaders gave me head
I swear to God I ain't no average rapper
These fuck n***as they be trapping backwards
Pop a xan and Im smoking a backwood
She [?] for the dick man that bitch say its that good
Bitches lie n***as lie
But I swear to God n***a them numbers don't lie
Try to rob me bitch I can't let it fly
Calico with a hunnit let it fly
Fuck that n***a let that fuck n***a rot
I be shooting I think I'm from Iraq
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Talk about choppas bitch I got a lot
Man I think these n***as hot
Damn that bitch pussy tighter than a knot
Not a point guard but bitch I got a shot
I step on that coke [?]
You don't got a body that boy Is a liar
Oh you a baller [?]
Im plugged in from D.C to Cincinnati
Why your sister keep on calling me daddy
Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my bitch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my dick
I fucked your bitch I ain't got lie on my dick
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead

Verse 2: Q da Fool
You talk about the work I really sell work
I got more percs than a muhhfuckin nurse
Rest in peace twin my n***a in the dirt
My n***a got a L no Lil Durk
Fuckin with the pigs n***a thats shirt
I fuck up the streets and I fuck up a verse
Midbag n***a no reimburse
I Bought a Uzi I let max shoot it first
Atlanta bitch all that bitch do is flirt
I fuck her good all that bitch do is squirt
Rich Shootahs all my men do is work
Im MOB then muhhfucking chirp
That n***a dead call that boy Gerald Levert
Imma assassin my n***as they work
Every time I get locked my mother she be hurt
You already know I tote my stick in the church