Quindon (Interlude)
All my opps bleed like I bleed, ain't got no fear for ya'll
I'mma show the hood I still got it, bitch I ain't dropped the ball
Ever since I showed off the vocals, these bitches dropping drawls
Thought that if I sang to these bitches they gone sing-a-long
But fuck that (HUH)
These bitches love they self a hood nigga
Love it when they ride in my shit and see that iron with me
Real gangsta, ask me where the fuck that real anger
Swear you just so cool with the shit, like they were two strangers
Naw nigga
This ain't the Q that I know
Same Q to beat a nigga for the fingers they throw
Same Q to shoot a nigga if they riding to slow
Same Q that stayed in error cause he did what he want
Bitch you changed huh?
Ya'll been begging for this monster
Keep playing imma put you on a shirt with yo partna, I got disorders
And this city really fuckin' with me
Tired of being nice all the time
Bitch it's fuckin' Quindon
Run up
Pussy nigga get yo shit wacked
Mad over pussy, yea I fucked
Get yo lick back
Headed to the block
You want smoke
Know where we at
Lately I been all about peace
Nigga fuck that
It's all war
Need some shit that I can ride to
Every other track on this bitch, ya'll gon' vibe to
How can I name this bitch Quindon, if it's not true
Sorry not sorry, this is him
This is not Q
That Split shit
Gon' turn it off, it's explicit
Imma be every fuckin' side on this bitch here
Imma carry every fuckin' 9 in this bitch here
Imma yell
Every fuckin' line on this bitch here
My shit nigga
I'mma show the hood I still got it, bitch I ain't dropped the ball
Ever since I showed off the vocals, these bitches dropping drawls
Thought that if I sang to these bitches they gone sing-a-long
But fuck that (HUH)
These bitches love they self a hood nigga
Love it when they ride in my shit and see that iron with me
Real gangsta, ask me where the fuck that real anger
Swear you just so cool with the shit, like they were two strangers
Naw nigga
This ain't the Q that I know
Same Q to beat a nigga for the fingers they throw
Same Q to shoot a nigga if they riding to slow
Same Q that stayed in error cause he did what he want
Bitch you changed huh?
Ya'll been begging for this monster
Keep playing imma put you on a shirt with yo partna, I got disorders
And this city really fuckin' with me
Tired of being nice all the time
Bitch it's fuckin' Quindon
Run up
Pussy nigga get yo shit wacked
Mad over pussy, yea I fucked
Get yo lick back
Headed to the block
You want smoke
Know where we at
Lately I been all about peace
Nigga fuck that
It's all war
Need some shit that I can ride to
Every other track on this bitch, ya'll gon' vibe to
How can I name this bitch Quindon, if it's not true
Sorry not sorry, this is him
This is not Q
That Split shit
Gon' turn it off, it's explicit
Imma be every fuckin' side on this bitch here
Imma carry every fuckin' 9 in this bitch here
Imma yell
Every fuckin' line on this bitch here
My shit nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Quindon Buckley
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