Hey, Q! Yo, Q! - Live Acoustic Version

A nigga too slick
I ain't step I slid in this bitch
I was never given an inch
So you can't walk a mile in these Uptemp Pippens I'm in
We can just pretend that you did
I could never swim with you fish ass niggas
Shawty down to chill with a fresh ass nigga
Model type appeal and she get cash with it
Got her sliding down my hill like its Six Flags
Yea I splish-splashed in it til the morning
Then she wanna get breakfast and make mimosas
Thats a bit last minute for a stoner
Girl I gotta flick ashes and bend some corners
Yea slide, slide, scrape
Drive like the pedal stuck
Crime do pay
Just not well enough
High all day
All I ever breathe is cannabis
Can't dodge rain so you better keep umbrellas tucked
Path type treacherous
Need another map for the treasure chest
I left the one I had buried with my ex
And baby don't deserve my doubloons
And lately she concerned with my moves
She hoping to revert and resume
But I won't put no skrrrt in my zoom
Until they put some dirt on my tomb I'mma do what I do ooh ooh
Feeling like Q in Ju-uice

Some of my friends got screws loose
They don't throw hands, just shoot shoot
They don't throw hands just shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Feeling like Q in Ju-uice
Some of my friends got screws loose
They don't throw hands just shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
They shoot, shoot
Shoot, verse two

Said I'm feeling like Q
Steady spinning music
Turned 27 but I'm still feeling new to earth
Went to heaven, hit a U-ey, seen my future first
I'm never too concerned
Don't wear no suits to work
Chase checks in some grey sweats
I'mma burn more gas than a space trip
I'm tryna earn more cash than I'm wasting
I'm flipping words like 'Kast in the basement
Well the dungeon
And since a young gun I've been getting loaded
I spent a hundred dollars on a soda
And me and all my partners keep it coded
It's Never Autumn, more than just a slogan
More lifestyle
Keep a bitch bad as Jada like Mike Low
Keep my fist on glacier, yea iced out
Be with niggas real crazy, yea psyched out
Niggas so psyched out, oh no

And really thats true-ue-ue
Grew up 'round foo-oo-ools
And they all tote too-oo-ools
Feeling like Q in Juice yea
Some of my friends got screws loose
They don't throw hands, just shoot
They don't throw hands, they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Say shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
Shoot, shoot
Let me get this third one off

Look, hey let me tell you how the story go
Block party for my mans, turning 24
I got a call from my ex, say she coming over
And baby daddy got her stressed so she wanna know
Do I ever think about her when I'm all alone
And I ain't heard a word she said cause her body so perfect
Staring at her chest like a cardio surgeon
Lay her on the bed, take care all of her worries
Know that
Her phone keep ringing, it's her man trippin'
Ay tell him you'll be there before it's late
But then I see the fear in her face
Yea she forgot that they was sharing locations
Oh shit
Say he outside and you know that bro pissed
Pay it no mind, listen to me, don't trip
You know I'm with the guys so he better slow step
He playing with his life if the nigga don't chill
But you can't tell a young nigga shit when he feel disrespected
I walked back to the front of the crib, shit was already hectic
Yea he the ra-ra type
Yelling and screaming talking what he just might
I still can't believe she had a daughter with the guy
But she still come to me because she horny all the time
So it's love
Turned and told shawty she should go
I ain't trying to argue with lil bro
I'm really here to party with my folks
But he already caught up in emotion
Seem like he gon' probably do the most
He a hot head
And she can't even leave, he got her blocked in
I seen that nigga reach for where his Glock is
He aimed it up at me and he was locked in
Nigga better pop it

You know how it get on this side
Nigga better pop it
You know how it get on this side
Niggas well equipped with they pride
Yea, there it go, there it go, yea
I say you know how it get on this side
You can see the fear in his eyes

And really thats true-ue-ue
Grew up 'round foo-oo-ools
They all tote too-oo-ools
Feeling like Q in Ju-uice
Some of my friends got screws loose
They don't throw hands just shoot shoot
One more time
And really thats true-ue-ue
Feeling like Q in Ju-uice
Some of my friends got screws loose
They don't throw hands just shoot, shoot
They throw hands just shoot, shoot
They don't throw hands just shoot
They don't throw hands just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Mm
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot



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Writer(s): Marcus Hammond
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