Drowning

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Damn, damn
(Major)
Real shit, real shit, nigga
Yeah
Lot of shit discreet, nigga, on murder
But ain't no talkin 'bout it
Ain't no conversatin' 'bout it, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
She wan' talk about it
Got some niggas do they dirt, but they don't talk about it
Fuck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
The hate be real, the love be fake, it ain't no way around it
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
I get them pounds and flood 'em
I just might out-of-town it
We don't like out-of-towners
Backdoored 'em quick, we found 'em
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Play pussy, can't allow it
Damn, I got some shit on my conscience
Damn, they found they nigga unconscious
Bitch, I got some shit, tote a hundred
For real, they take my stick, not coming
Fuck 'em, I'm sending bombs like a comet
I had to fuck with a condom
That lil' bitch done fucked on my brother
Damn, so I had to fuck on her sister
I gotta stay with a pistol
I gotta stay with a rifle
Can't let these fuck niggas kill me, not 'bout to boost up your title
A day-one turned to a rival
I'm fly as fuck on arrival
Man, these niggas ride dick like a saddle
I'm tryna finish the war, these niggas worried 'bout the battle
He tried to go for the pick when he should've went for the tackle
I said I'm done with the boxes, so I had to fuck with the tractor
Can't come in the spot with your phone, you know that shit come with tracking

[Verse 2: Goo Glizzy]
I just got some new work, I can't wait to unwrap it
I ain't doin' no fightin', that's why I stay with a ratchet
That nigga stay in black, bitch, that's my daily fashion
It ain't no IOUs, nigga, you gotta cash in
I'm still in the field, packs in
I'm still the same from back then
I still'll [?][1:44]
But I ain't goin' back in
What, is you crazy, lady? You can't be my baby, baby
I'm too busy chasin' paper, I can't listen to your statements
I could've been a baller, instead I chose narcotics
Fast money, loadin' choppers, you know what's in the cartridge
Real stepper, check my charges, step back and check my target
Ayy, me and Q the realest, bitch, put respect up on us
Mob

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
She wan' talk about it
Got some niggas do they dirt, but they don't talk about it
Fuck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
The hate be real, the love be fake, it ain't no way around it
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
I get them pounds and flood 'em
I just might out-of-town it
We don't like out-of-towners
Backdoored 'em quick, we found 'em
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning

[Outro: Q Da Fool]
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning
Yeah
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
Fuck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning
Play pussy, can't allow it
Real shit, real shit, nigga