Heavy

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young nigga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets bitch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These niggas really don't want beef with me
These niggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Work real hard twelve hundred on my feet
Diamonds from Africa, shout out to Sadit
I look so good made her cum in her seat
Tattoos on my face I work for my ink
Told my bitch I'm too fresh boo you can't call me stink
Popping all these muhfucking Xans I think I need a shrink
MAK 90 on a string
Me and you both know you not trynna run into me
In a two seater with Lil D
We not chasing bitches the only thing we chase is cheese
Red bottoms on they neck, I can't let em' breathe
Making transactions I can't let the feds see
Can't none of these fuck niggas say that they fed me
Came up in these streets bitch by myself
So when I slide bitch I be by myself
Cause I would never ever snitch on myself

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young nigga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets bitch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These niggas really don't want beef with me
These niggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
All these animals on my Gucci print
I got the heart of a lion
I don't want to talk about shit nigga what you buying?
I just got a pint from Cali
These streets like a sport, my Gucci lens that's my visor
I just got some packs in a towel
Nigga got shot, he so scared of the streets he retired
I still work off three phones
I still trap out like 5 different homes
I still be stealing I take whats my own
Man these streets not right thats why I live so wrong
I'm in the trenches
Half of my niggas dead or they in prison
Can't hang with no dick rider can't make they own decisions
Walk in the club they like them young niggas winning
[?] cost a stack, this not no Hennessy

[Hook: Q Da Fool]
Sub-machine gun heavy
Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy
50 Bands in the Goyard bag
They say that young nigga Q working heavy
I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly
My first love the streets bitch I'm already married
I'm the reason that your brother got buried
Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty
Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary
I been trapping hard since the blackberry
These niggas really don't want beef with me
These niggas want me get on one of they beats
See you in the club you getting beat
After the club, I'm bussing the heat
I been bussing scripts all week
I'm really trapping, hit my phone
I got percocets for the cheap