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big general - q da fool lyrics

aye

[chorus]
when i get in that mode it’s over with
big general, so it’s only right i got a soldier b*tch
sk with a hundred, i hold my shoulder with
micro be small as a b*tch and i’m foldin’ it
if that glock got a switch, i’m totin’ it
your man in a blunt and i’m smokin’ him
bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that i’m promotin’ him

[verse 1]
yeah i’m back focusin’ run in your house you gon’ think that a ghost in there
trap spot out largo road, ain’t sh*t but coke in there
buy all the drugs you want but you can’t smoke in here
we gettin’ money b*tch, shot him off rip ‘cause that boy on some funny sh*t
f*cked your b*tch in a trailer yeah i’m on some country sh*t
sn*tch that work out that water my cookies the chunkiest
gallons on gallons, my water the funkiest
shout out mo’nique ‘cause that lil’ b*tch the frеakiest
free lil’ mar i swear lil’ bro he thе sneakiest
your chain ain’t even shinin’ that boy got the cheapest kicks
my old*head was baton’ and i ain’t even see the sh*t
now every n*gga come around i just be readin’ ‘em
i fed my whole hood they act i wasn’t feedin’ ‘em
now it’s f*ck all them n*ggas, on god i ain’t needin’ ‘em
if it’s smoke n*gga say it on god where we meetin’ at
yeah n*gga be b*tches i know it
i’m down atlanta i’m showin’, in my dms she ready i’m on her
all my plugs out the country, they foreigners
all your plugs down the street bruh you throwin’ me
cut her n*gga off she said he corny, cut my phone off she trippin’ she h*rny
[chorus]
when i get in that mode it’s over with
big general, so it’s only right i got a soldier b*tch
sk with a hundred, i hold my shoulder with
micro be small as a b*tch and i’m foldin’ it
if that glock got a switch, i’m totin’ it
your man in a blunt and i’m smokin’ him
bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that i’m promotin’ him

[verse 2]
my new b*tch a doll she look just like betty boop
q da fool scared of what, scared of who?
my brothers who i front them pounds to
i don’t got sh*t, they bussin’ me down too
police found two hundred grand that was mine away
they say hb got rid of that same day
and that mac*10 on chill at my cousin place, plus that fifty thousand at my b*tch place
yeah rich shoota ain’t takin’ no ls, yeah i crashed out and went back to jail
but i’m back home, i’m givin’ ‘em h*ll
i’m puttin’ trust in allah then i’m puttin’ trust in my scale
can’t get a job so it’s drugs that we sell, b*tch i’m a felon
i pray this rap sh*t work or that mac comin’ put on the first
for my b*tch i’m cashin’ out i bought her a purse
for her son she cashin’ out she bought him a he*rs*
that’s your wife when i see her all i see is thirst
he got stabbed and he ran to the bubble, he hurt
bro will spin in that bubble and leave n*ggas murked and spin again
[chorus]
when i get in that mode it’s over with
big general, so it’s only right i got a soldier b*tch
sk with a hundred, i hold my shoulder with
micro be small as a b*tch and i’m foldin’ it
if that glock got a switch, i’m totin’ it
your man in a blunt and i’m smokin’ him
bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that i’m promotin’ him

[outro]
yeah i’m back focusin’ run in your house you gon’ think that a ghost in there
trap spot out largo road, ain’t sh*t but coke in there
buy all the drugs you want but you can’t smoke in here
but you can’t smoke in here auntie
hey auntie, hey auntie
yeah on everything n*gga i’m really doing this sh*t

- q da fool lyrics

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