Traumatized

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
I guess they thought I was a robber 'til they—
I guess they thought I was a robber 'til they (Seen my other side)

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
I guess they thought I was a robber 'til they seen my other side
Addicted to homicides, I'ma make his mama slide
Damn, he seen his brother die? I done left him traumatized
I was out here robbin' niggas, now my voice get monetized (Get monetized)
Niggas talkin' 'bout some label money, I spent every dime
But I'm still rich as a bitch 'cause I can hustle, I can grind
I'ma lift her leg up, then I'ma hit it from the side
I be aimin' for the eyes, damn near left a nigga blind
'Za bags, I got every kind, product you could never find
I blow shit up like a mine, time to kill, I use my mind
Four-fives, niggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
That boy be cappin', he be lyin', I'm really trappin', what you buyin'?

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
If you gangbangin', throw your flag up
My Muslim brother really helped me run that bag up
We be runnin' in your house and fuck the stash up
I be stackin', but I love to fuck that cash up
You never touched a hundred thousand, oh, you mad, huh?
Bro done caught a body, now he different, he ain't brag much
Hit him with that shotty, I'ma tryna see what slim done had for lunch
Hit they block, make sure they die, and then we goin' to brunch
This outfit cost a blanca
Might send my kids to Donda (Yeah), this AR flippin' Chargers (Hrrt)
My lightskin bitch, she make me laugh, I just might call her Wanda
Okay, you paid for that bitch ass, but she be fuckin' on you
I give my lil' nigga that cash, he scorin' buckets on you
That Drac' be buckin' on 'em
Nigga tried ask me for a nine, I ain't got nothin' for him
Said she was pregnant, that ain't mine, bitch, I was nuttin' on you
You got a brick, they claim a dime, bitch, we can cut it for you

[Chorus: Q Da Fool & Skilla Baby]
I guess they thought I was a robber 'til they seen my other side
Addicted to homicides, I'ma make his mama slide
Damn, he seen his brother die? I done left him traumatized
I was out here robbin' niggas, now my voice get monetized (Get monetized)
Niggas talkin' 'bout some label money, I spent every dime
But I'm still rich as a bitch 'cause I can hustle, I can grind
I'ma lift her leg up, then I'ma hit it from the side
I be aimin' for the eyes, damn near left a nigga blind
'Za bags, I got every kind, product you could never find
I blow shit up like a mine, time to kill, I use my mind
Four-fives, niggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
That boy be cappin', he be lyin', I'm really trappin', what you buyin'? (Huh? Huh?)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I'm a presidential nigga, boy, look at my wristwatch (Look at my wristwatch)
Forty-somethin' thousand for it plain, it don't tick-tock (Huh?)
Only nigga disrespect my bands turned to flip-flop (Turned to flip-flop)
Rich as fuck, still be in the field tryna hit opps (Bah)
Came a long way from bein' broke, I went the rich route
In the trap with my white bitch, I'm tryna get out
I don't talk a lot around new niggas, I got a slick mouth
We ain't never ran out of no drugs, this like the fifth drought
Came to Miami with the water, fuck the jet-skis (Fuck the jet-skis)
Chinese chops in the whip with me, I call 'em Jet Lis (Fah)
I know the other side want me bad, they tryna catch me (They tryna catch me)
I'm done fuckin' with Detroit bitches, they too messy (Huh?)

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
I guess they thought I was a robber 'til they seen my other side
Addicted to homicides, I'ma make his mama slide
Damn, he seen his brother die? I done left him traumatized
I was out here robbin' niggas, now my voice get monetized (Get monetized)
Niggas talkin' 'bout some label money, I spent every dime
But I'm still rich as a bitch 'cause I can hustle, I can grind
I'ma lift her leg up, then I'ma hit it from the side
I be aimin' for the eyes, damn near left a nigga blind
'Za bags, I got every kind, product you could never find
I blow shit up like a mine, time to kill, I use my mind
Four-fives, niggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
That boy be cappin', he be lyin', I'm really trappin', what you buyin'?