Credits

Lyrics

Turn me up, G
Stupid
Bitch on the modane
Camille
Q5, bitch, I'm the most dangerous
Who walkin', **** who try to walk down
That pillow talk, we step on every **** who try to talk down
I ain't talkin', and I really be on feet when they get hawked down
All these ballers, I'm puttin' Young Brew on his ass, now he can't ball now
Fuckin' bitches just my type of shit
She say, "Q5, boy, I love you," this that type of dick
It left by 60 out in 20 seconds, this that type of shit
Go hide the dope and twerk on kick the dope 'cause that's my type of bitch
****, this shit amazing what this money do
Muggin' the club, that get scrolled, we beat some black and blue
Don't use your phone to hit, you send one text, I bet I act a fool
With code on all these bitches, Q5 icing, bitch, I'm hella cool
Huh, switches in a black Jeep
Why these hoes for us? Ain't gotta ask me
12 out on my lobby, tryna slide, but they can't catch me
Bitch, I'm stuck in (blaow!)
Bounce out with these Drac' 'fore they arrest me
I smack a bitch to fuck right out that whip tryna reject me
Bitch, I'm Q5, the fuck
I don't know what's wrong with these hoes, ****, these hoes for broke
These hoes for sure, ****
I'm a savage, ****
Uh, ay, one thing about it, bitch, savage get nasty
It don't matter if we talkin' hoes or automatics
Back in the day, I used to slide with a K and rob **** for flashin'
Look, ****, big pistol, old head knew that I was crashin'
What we talkin'? Money, choppa, drug dealers or doctors?
Either way it go, I just paid 15 hundred for some Pradas, ****
I'm the real Don dada, ****, and godfather my ****'s children
My mama know I done buried some pussy-ass ****
Got the game from Smoke, he a real grave digger
Made ****, spade dealer, deal your card
Taught me how to hide in a **** yard
And hop out soon as he pull up in his yard and park the car
**** knew I was gon' take it far, my whole block was built on wood
So I ain't tryna hear shit what **** talkin' 'bout
It was broad daylight, I got to dumpin' on them pussy **** at the walkout
And I'm hearin' voices in my head, I told my thug I'm unscathed
I know the game, that's how I'ma play it, ****
Ay, ****, uh
Ay, Que, ****, I already know the game, that's how a **** gotta play it, gang
Written by: Nikita Kirillov, Quez2rr Quez2rr
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