P's & Q's
Can't love me and say fuck me
Cause I get confused
Heard a nigga smoked his blood brother
It ain't make the news
That's why
I'm on my P's & Q's
Fell off cause shit got real
Fuck them P's and Q'ties
I don't even know how to love
Was tryna please a cutie
Now it's back to these real hood bitches
With real booties
Had to chase the pills with the weed
Pain had me getting zooted
Lost a few niggas on the team
We still ain't recruiting
We still ain't stupid
La boy I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
She tryna set me up
I feel it in my gut
In New Orleans we wack bitches
We don't give a fuck
Even if I use to fuck her
Still don't give a fuck
I still don't trust em
Saw what happened to my cousin
She slipped a micky in his goose
Oops when he was duckin
She hit a lick we hit her boo
Ouu like it was nothing
Oh yeah that Bentley coming soon too
I feel like stuntin
She thought she took my heart
I pray my daughter see what's coming
Thangs ain't been the same
Daddy ina different lane
Flames to a nigga brain
He don't use it anyway
Never on his P's & Q's
Fuck it take me to the safe
Bat em with the fuckin barrel
Just to show em I ain't fake
Shit gone look premeditated
I can't say it ain't
I'm just on my P's & Q's
Sharper than a shank
Wet black and gold VV's
Balling like a Saint
Jack boy if I ain't kill ya
You should tell me thanks
I know my situation
So I don't regret a thang
My brotha got a bag
But I don't expect a thang
My cuz still plugged
Pull up in that catty truck
Probably leave me Cali pack
Cause he know I'm gone bang
Aye
Can't love me and say fuck me
Cause I get confused
Heard a nigga smoked his blood brother
It ain't make the news
That's why
I'm on my P's & Q's
Fell off cause shit got real
Fuck them P's and Q'ties
I don't even know how to love
Was tryna please a cutie
Now it's back to these real hood bitches
With real booties
Had to chase the pills with the weed
Pain had me getting zooted
Lost a few niggas on the team
We still ain't recruiting
We still ain't stupid
La boy I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
Cause I get confused
Heard a nigga smoked his blood brother
It ain't make the news
That's why
I'm on my P's & Q's
Fell off cause shit got real
Fuck them P's and Q'ties
I don't even know how to love
Was tryna please a cutie
Now it's back to these real hood bitches
With real booties
Had to chase the pills with the weed
Pain had me getting zooted
Lost a few niggas on the team
We still ain't recruiting
We still ain't stupid
La boy I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
She tryna set me up
I feel it in my gut
In New Orleans we wack bitches
We don't give a fuck
Even if I use to fuck her
Still don't give a fuck
I still don't trust em
Saw what happened to my cousin
She slipped a micky in his goose
Oops when he was duckin
She hit a lick we hit her boo
Ouu like it was nothing
Oh yeah that Bentley coming soon too
I feel like stuntin
She thought she took my heart
I pray my daughter see what's coming
Thangs ain't been the same
Daddy ina different lane
Flames to a nigga brain
He don't use it anyway
Never on his P's & Q's
Fuck it take me to the safe
Bat em with the fuckin barrel
Just to show em I ain't fake
Shit gone look premeditated
I can't say it ain't
I'm just on my P's & Q's
Sharper than a shank
Wet black and gold VV's
Balling like a Saint
Jack boy if I ain't kill ya
You should tell me thanks
I know my situation
So I don't regret a thang
My brotha got a bag
But I don't expect a thang
My cuz still plugged
Pull up in that catty truck
Probably leave me Cali pack
Cause he know I'm gone bang
Aye
Can't love me and say fuck me
Cause I get confused
Heard a nigga smoked his blood brother
It ain't make the news
That's why
I'm on my P's & Q's
Fell off cause shit got real
Fuck them P's and Q'ties
I don't even know how to love
Was tryna please a cutie
Now it's back to these real hood bitches
With real booties
Had to chase the pills with the weed
Pain had me getting zooted
Lost a few niggas on the team
We still ain't recruiting
We still ain't stupid
La boy I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
I'm on my P's and Q's
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I'm coming through
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