Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Q Da Fool
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Da Fool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Huddall
Composer
Edward Murray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sledgren
Producer
Joshua “Jay Que” Queen
Recording Engineer
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Blackler
Mastering Engineer
Texty
Damn! Rich shooter!
Bitch
Hunnid Round goon
These **** they want me to fall but I keep it going
All the hate it aint phasing me ****
My shoota caught him and his bitch in the mall. He scored!
All that smoke we Jamaican lil ****
Go check your history I done made all of you **** and I done raised all of you ****
You know we never been family. I keep that pole on me.
Might run for president. Yeah they gon vote for me
Bitch I been a real **** since day one
It’s all about loyalty. Fuck a day one
Hit the city they love me I got what they want
Put a hole in his body got hit with that pump
You ain’t neva run it up. These **** broke
I just put a hundred up. I’m playin broke
If I shoot this hundred its murda she wrote
Brung a heat in the club. Imma burn up the stage
Throw them bags on the strippers it’s bout to get litty
With a stove and a pot cuz I’m bout to get busy
I seen the feds on the block. They must think that we silly
We gon switch up the spot then we getting back busy
Had to run up them m’s now we getting back busy
It ain’t a plug all I got now I’m getting by plenty
Getting back busy. I hit the trap and I get back busy
Run up on a fool, no not really
Don’t play with that fool cuz that shit get tricky
You get put on the news if they think that you sweet
**** run in yo house and the aim for 160
I fucked up Balenci. I’m bout to go fuck up Dior
I blow up a bag they don’t even let you come in the store
Speak on my name in this game and you startin a war
Fuck all this fame I’ll aim at your head let it roar
I sold the work. You did the chores
I put that dick in her first but I dogged her of course
Smoked through a pound. Then go the court
Ride through your town. Shoot up shit like a corpse
We set out that lindsey
Bitch I’m feeling like frenchy
Yea I shoot out the lights so they never could pinch me
They never read me my rights so them charges aint pending
She fell in love with my ice
That’s my watch and my pendant
Throw them bags on the strippers it’s bout to get litty
With a stove and a pot cuz I’m bout to get busy
I seen the feds on the block. They must think that we silly
We gon switch up the spot then we getting back busy
Had to run up them m’s now we getting back busy
It ain’t a plug all I got now I’m getting by plenty
Getting back busy. I hit the trap and I get back busy (yeah)
Written by: Edward Murray, George Huddall