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Q2H
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Q2H was released on July 12, 2026 by Upper Echelon as a part of the album THE TRUTH
July 12, 2026
LabelUpper Echelon
LanguageEnglish
BPM136
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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Lyrics

Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole
I was just trapping late night with my brother, and we had to snatch out the store
**** wanna talk crazy? I don't give a fuck bitch we right at your door
I just fucking this bitch, she suck on my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talking bad (talking bad)
These **** they going out sad (going out sad)
**** ain't making no racks
If a **** want that we gone tax
3500 for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brudda he good in the kitchen, he scraping them pots and pans from scratch
And my **** be cooking good batch (good batch)
You **** had ya chance
You **** had ya chance, now I'm going ham
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine
Christian Dior for my hoes, they so heaven sent (Yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence
Don't leave no witness either
She said I couldn't fuck so, I turned that bitch to a believer
I done ran outta love for a slut I couldn't keep her
I tried to roll up like half of the ounce, I couldn't chief it
Why the fuck you tryna hang with me, you think you gang?
Why the fuck I boss this bitch up? She was fucking lame
Told my brother "Get your shit together" this is not a game
See nirvana off this fucking Molly, bitch I'm Saint Cobain
Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole
I was just trapping late night with my brother, and we had to snatch out the store
**** wanna talk crazy? I don't give a fuck bitch we right at your door
I just fucking this bitch, she suck on my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talking bad (talking bad)
These **** they going out sad (going out sad)
**** ain't making no racks
If a **** want that we gone tax
3500 for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brudda he good in the kitchen, he scraping them pots and pans from scratch
And my **** be cooking good batch (good batch)
You **** had ya chance
You **** had ya chance, now I'm going ham
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine
Christian Dior for my hoes, they so heaven sent (Yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence
Don't leave no witness either
She said I couldn't fuck so, I turned that bitch to a believer
I done ran outta love for a slut I couldn't keep her
I tried to roll up like half of the ounce, I couldn't chief it
Written by: NOSAINT NOSAINT
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