QP

The sprite was just clear turn that bitch green
If I pop out, then it'll be a bloody scene
Bitch, I scratched for that cash, I'm a money fiend
I been done playing sports, need a hundred rings

He play with gang gone get left like an onion ring
That bitch wanted me, gone, bruh gone intervene
Fucking two twins together, they simile
Bro shooting 50 Glocks he catch a hundred P's

My bro been a track star, you cannot run from D
Nigga, dissing SG but wont fuck wit some
And that's why I don't take niggas seriously
T.R.K., can not take niggas seriously

And he riding with me, cuz it's Chui V
Got the gun on my side and it's heavily
Got the gun on my side, shooting everything
I done tote on that bitch, yeah

Her booty too big like a Benz
Fuck on that bitch, I done pulled all the friends
Nigga be talking that shit for the Benji's
Nigga be hating my enemies

I got a frenemies too
When I pull up and smoke on the gas
Nigga like me be smoking on glue
Fuck on that bitch, she an animal in the bed

And that bitch done came from the zoo
Fuck on that bitch, now I'm listening to Houston music
Nigga chopping and chopping the screw
Chop on a nigga, he counting to two, three, shoot

Minority money, I only like blues
If you don't got it, then they get a clue
Uh, these nigga get a clue
I can't pop out to parties and shoot through the roof

Lil Bruh be just like D-Bow, he punching your tooth
Roll up some za, need three, five, not a two
Lift, I got four inches, fuck up your crew
I ain't Zk, but bro, say he took off some blue

We sent them up like a plane, nigga, flew
I can never get sick, just protect me from flu
Bruh, gone pop out, just gotta mane sound like a flute
I cannot crack that, that hoe not even cute

If I cracked, I was bored and had nothin' to do
I ain't want it, but bruh, still gone throw me the oop
In the back bitch she do what I say, like a cuban
That shit gone flip, bruh, just throw me a QP

Four pockets stay full, but I'm not signed QC
Say this her favorite song, she still bumping they toosie
Chui V doing his money dance
Vdough do not fuck with no many man

Spin out on the nigga, I'm blasting my ceiling fan
I ain't gon' stop till a hundred grand
No, I ain't talkin' no chocolate
Lil' cougar, a freak, I'm a nut in her sockets

You broke with two O's like you play for the rockets
I keep me some nails
And aint none of them polished
Shots at his mileage, I dance to the sirens
You don't know my limits then how am I wildin
Smoking trees in all types of locations
He need a vacation, he goin' to Vegas
Arrive in a casket, four-by-four truck
When I creep, I'm ecstatic, I won't have no kids
Till my money established, I know my CJ gone be causing the havoc

You play with my people, and I'm stopping the traffic
Say, fuck how you have it niggas say that he tough
But his life really lavish, I'm calling your bluff
If you really want static niggas see me n my gun

And his ass get the panic, you be fuckin' with ducks
Now I know why you walkin', when I get on the track
Better know I ain't stoppin', lil' bitch, she a bird
So I know why she squawkin', she all in my dick
Like my nick name Sauce Walka