Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevone Woodstock
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
P's and the Q's for a decent amount
Put gold in her teeth now she shutting her mouth
They talking a lot but they holding they tongue when the gang come around
Upgraded from nickels and dimes wit' my ****
To triggers and pushing them pounds
Rolling up wit' a alien, think she Sicilian
I met that bitch in greek town
Pulling up with some minute men
Talking that shit out your spit again
Any second you'll be dead and your blood on the ground
Shout out my affiliates, Im just a unruly killy kid
She want my heart in a box, but i just want the licky lick
Drip on yo' daughter
Got drip like it's water but I put a perk in it
Teaching em' lessons and giving out blessings but they was not learning it
Talking shit I am not hearing it
P's and the Q's for a decent amount
Put gold in her teeth now she shutting her mouth
They talking a lot but they holding they tongue when the gang come around
Upgraded from nickels and dimes wit' my ****
To triggers and pushing them pounds
Rolling up wit' a alien, think she Sicilian
I met that bitch in greek town
Pulling up with some minute men
Talking that shit out your spit again
Any second you'll be dead and your blood on the ground
Know I hang wit' a sicker man
He like a wicket man, always in the background
Take em' out then we fly out of town
From a four to a six, vro smoking high quads no trips
We done came a long long way
From the college campus where we was making hella nips
Told my little lil' **** fuck em' all because they all gone switch
Cut the grass low and they all gone hiss
I thought I done seen it all until we all got rich
I think I done fell in love with this god damn cash
But fuck it I been nodding off in this god damn mask
God damn mask
God damn mask
P's and the Q's for a decent amount
Put gold in her teeth now she shutting her mouth
They talking a lot but they holding they tongue when the gang come around
Upgraded from nickels and dimes wit' my ****
To triggers and pushing them pounds
Rolling up wit' a alien, think she Sicilian
I met that bitch in greek town
Pulling up with some minute men
Talking that shit out your spit again
Any second you'll be dead and your blood on the ground
Shout out my affiliates, Im just a unruly killy kid
Off of some sauce and some medicine
Poppin' these pills threw up in a sink
Laughing these hoes think Im innocent
But really these hoes they just not in sync
And me? Im off to better things
Im tryna' better things
Im tryna' better things
Im tryna' better things
Yeah Im tryna' better things
P's and the Q's for a decent amount
Decent amount
They talking a lot but they holding they tongue when the gang come around
Decent amount
Gang come around
Decent amount, decent amount,
Decent amount,
P's and the Q's for a decent amount
Decent amount
They talking a lot but they holding they tongue when the gang come around
Decent amount
Written by: Trevone Woodstock