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Q Da Fool
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Digital Dash
hey y'all, on the beat
hey y'all, on the beat
street shooter man,
Let's get it nigga
Hey y'all, boom bitch
Bless all y'all with the digital days
Just rode up I auction the half
All this cover at least with a hash
Get a bag and I spend it fast
said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie
Shoot point blank range, then laugh
Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket)
I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag)
I know that nigga they get my point
50 pointers make they bitches point
Smoke a nigga like I'm smoking a joint
You a snitch, you a pig, you oink (Oink)
I shoot 'em like sharp rockets through the joint
I robbing all the banks, i think my name Lloyd
When I was locked up I was eating rice and soya
when you was locked up you were selling out boys
Big bone rubbing me boy you flipping the cool
My dick in your bitch pussy joint (for real)
Stick to the ho like brand ward (stick to her)
Don't mean right down to my other joint
We shoot, he shoot, then I shoot never miss 'em
and I shoot as they guilty
Status to all my sisters, none of them pet name is like Robin Givens
I am robbing Dominicans, I be gigantic
When I get that mill you know I'm gonna spend it
They hate the fake, you know that I feel it
I carry a glock, you know I conceal it
Niggas speak up, bitch you never talk
Back biting brothers should get you lost
Rich shooters they be spilling the sauce
I'm in a Rolls Royce, your bitch licking my balls
Skrrrr
We getting it, owned out 50 bitches
We pimping 16 it's a pity, double cup, we sipping bitch
Rara, G-wagon, Michael Draco, guess what I'm dripping
Shooter boy V talk down on a nigga, that's how we livin'
When I could be here crippin'
Blue hundreds no clappin'
Hold up bitch she trippin'
I'm just trying to stay consistent
Two Patek, double wrist 'em
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Two piles double whip 'em
Threw my brother out the system, who cooking?
That's your sister (earn respect)
Got respect that's power, money tall like a tower
Betting certain by the hour
Never split flower, cower
Fuck this bitch
they cowards
battle bitch, hotels, bitch
And what about the next, you know I'm with a real one
You know I'm going round with 'em
All these gangs and their jokes ain't got no time
and these brothers that kill it just know how to rhyme
You running up they gonna blow your shine
Fuck that little bitch, I live a life of crime
If I kill you bitch that mean your life is mine
Ugh, ugh
You say you shot me bitch, I ain't never been shot
Nigga why you lying?
Catch it on back 'cause you know you dying
Rich shooters flee deep and you know they shine
Get some bro's that's bloods nigga, they sly
I ain't about to crash out again, I'm trying
well you got sizzled on, nigga you was crying
And my brothers on, now all my brothers shining
Sporting my bitches, all my bitches whining
Niggas my cars all shit designer
Bless all y'all with the digital days
Just rode up I auction the half
All this cover at least with a hash
Get a bag and I spend it fast
said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie
Shoot point blank range, then laugh
Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket)
I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag)
Bless all y'all with the digital days
Just rode up I auction the half
All this cover at least with a hash
Get a bag and I spend it fast
said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie
Shoot point blank range, then laugh
Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket)
I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag)
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