[Intro]
Q Da Fool, man
100 Round Goon (Brrrrrrt)
Let's get it
Uh, Q Da Fool, man
Rich Shootah! Bitch!
Cheecho on the beat, bitch!
Let's get it, man
I swear to God I hate—
I'm trying, I'm trying take my foot off these n***as necks, but
Man, fuck that shit

[Verse 1]
Like a monkey, bitch, I'm rocking that Bape
Put on my gloves, I'm fighting the case
She sucking my dick and she riding my face
Aunty be stealing, gotta hide my safe
Sometimes it feel like prison my only fate
I'm cooking up crack, I ain't cooking up steak
Bring that bitch to the trap, yeah bitch this is a date
In the hole like 500 days
These n***as hot like a damn jalapeno
My OG still be playing BINGO
You not getting money, n***a you fiend though
Stack up that money just like a damn Pringle
Buy a chopper then I'm calling up Bean, though
In the studio, yeah bitch I'm with Cheecho
In the cell making hook ups with them Cheetos
Now I get Xans and a whole lotta diesel
Bitch the money [?] hey
Fat ass damn bitch, hey
Bitch n***as, yeah that's what I hate
[?] back out, bitch blame that on the state
We can fuck but baby no I can't stay
I'm tryna get a lot of money today
I really shot 5 n***as in one day
I lot of guns bitch shoutout to the A
Molly you can taste
I'm tryna win the race
I'm tryna get a Wraith
Pray everyday
Wash my sins away
By Allah, I hope Allah, he wash my sins away
I just got a 100 guns from the A
Bad bitch on my dick, damn bitch hey