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Q Da Fool "Drive For Us" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Da Fool
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Hudnall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
rich shootas
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Cardo got wings)
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2]
That Rolley inspired me
I loved you, bitch, why would you lie to me?
When I was broke she wouldn't say hi to me
I swear them bitches wasn't minding me
Spent a check, on a Patek
Bossed up, had to cut off my ex
Got rich and flooded my neck
Fifty bands, hundred bands on the deck
I hear you talking, put that talking to rest
Trust me, you don't want to be like the rest
Dick in her stomach, licking her breasts
She went to sleep, I'ma let her get some rest
**** in the way, **** some pests
Couldn't hold his weight, **** some rats
40 melting **** like them **** some wax
You a pussy ****, pussy **** get taxed
Hundred round goon I be speaking them facts, yeah
I'ma go to Neimans, I'ma buy out the rack
I was shooting guns, never thought I would rap
Range Rover we be riding in silence
I ain't law abiding
We some young ****, yeah we rich and we wilding
In every pile of dirt you find a diamond
I'm a boss, independent, I'm not signing
You a slouch, keep sitting, you not grinding
Ain't no penmanship, I took my pain and start rhyming
Fuck a plug, pick up that Glock and I find him
Ten bands on some clothes now I'm literally styling
Took that bitch to New York now she just can't stop smiling
Made her suck on my privates
And surprised her with prizes
[Verse 3]
We some rich shooters, we don't drive
We gon' let these bitches drive for us
All my **** yeah they down to ride
'Cause who the fuck else gone' ride for us?
Who the fuck out here dying for us?
That's his shit, thats not yours
Got my own shit, had to work for it
Don't talk if you're not sure
Ten hours in them bushes ****
Swear to got I was that bored
Why these **** drinking foo lean
And they saying that it's clean they pouring
African diamonds, my fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my **** on it
All my **** getting money bitch
You not the only young **** doing it
[Verse 4]
Yeah we doing it, yeah we doing it
We some rich shooters, it's a movement
He should've known it, he should've knew it
He ain't have a brain, he was acting stupid
He should've grew it
They say clean up my music, I'm a bad influence
OG Bob died and man my heart was ruined
I was lunching I ain't know what I was doing
Three years, moe, in that prison straight booling
Think you robbing, what the fuck is you doing?
Up first, and them bullets went through him
Fuck a lawyer, cause my **** he through him
Fuck a tape, man my **** was booing
Pour up a four
I been drinking lean a little more
Hellcat got a little roar
Rolls Royce came with a drawer
We was shooting **** round' the four
Q Da Fool run the whole four
Got a problem, you can come to my door
And I bet a bitch **** blood pour, fuck ****
I'm a rich shooter, I'm not sparing no ****
Robbing ****, I ain't caring lil ****
I stack it up, them I bury my figures
Play with me, I'mma bury you ****
Q Da Fool, I'm a known killer
I swear you playing with the wrong ****
I know you see me jhi strong ****
But that forty cal jhi stronger ****
Talking dumb fuck wrong with ****?
Fuck rappers, can't do songs with ****
We still snapping cause we hungry ****
Need that food like I'm boney ****
[Verse 5]
We some rich shooters, we don't drive
We gon' let these bitches drive for us
All my **** yeah they down to ride
'Cause who the fuck else gone' ride for us?
Who the fuck out here dying for us?
That's his shit, thats not yours
Got my own shit, had to work for it
Don't talk if you're not sure
Ten hours in them bushes ****
Swear to got I was that bored
Why these **** drinking foo lean
And they saying that it's clean they pouring
African diamonds, my fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my **** on it
All my **** getting money bitch
You not the only young **** doing it
Written by: George Hundall
