outside today - q da fool lyrics
[intro: q da fool]
na, f-ck all that
we ain’t staying the the muhf-cking’ house
we going outside
[hook: q da fool]
i ain’t hiding from you bammas’
let me feel some type of way
put my n-gga on that camera
they gave him fifty years, day for day
if the n-gga hot, we gone’ bake his cake
a hundred rounds in the wraith, im down to eight
a hundred rich shootahs’ and they down to spray
f-ck up the show, my k!llers keep me safe
i hear you hoes talking, call it how you call it
i was just locked, but now i’m back to balling
i got that clean lean, wockaholic’
say it’s a problem, bet the goons solve it
caught my opps slipping, that sh-t was a blessing
we looking, we searching, i swear we gone’ catch him
got a mop in my mak, but i don’t clean my mess up
b-tch its hundred round goon, all that beef ain’t no pressure
if they wrong, if they right
b-tch we gone’ slide tonight
that beef sh-t get me hype
i’m not the rapper type
but i got that riper price
these n-ggas with hermaphrodites
ain’t no drive by
i’m the up close and personal type
[verse 1: q da fool]
four or five hours, yeah the perc working right
[?] cause them n-ggas working right
stay loyal to the plug, and forever you’re alright
og got a hundred bricks, he always out of sight
mama said, if you out of sight, you out of mind
can’t show you my stacks, but i could show you how to grind
send my little brother money, he got caught up in a bind
draco on my left, arp on my right
twenty-two three, seven-six-two intertwine
-if the plug got work turn the stash time-
opposition never come to me, i gotta hold for mines
give the n-gga all i got because the b-tch crossed the line
and i been shot a gun way before i spit a rhyme
load up the gun, put on the mask, showtime, showtime
f-cking your hoe, she in the pace, you know she got slime
what im smoking? grape, this cup purple ape, its tasting like wine
i come over quick, cause that n-gga fake, and i seen his signs
this sh-t happen everytime i drink the act before a line
i just came from houston i f-cked her four times
[hook: q da fool]
i ain’t hiding from you bammas’
let me feel some type of way
put my n-gga on that camera
they gave him fifty years, day for day
if the n-gga hot, we gone’ bake his cake
a hundred rounds in the wraith, im down to eight
a hundred rich shootahs’ and they down to spray
f-ck up the show, my k!llers keep me safe
i hear you hoes talking, call it how you call it
i was just locked, but now i’m back to balling
i got that clean lean, wockaholic’
say it’s a problem, bet the goons solve it
caught my opps slipping, that sh-t was a blessing
we looking, we searching, i swear we gone’ catch him
got a mop in my mak, but i don’t clean my mess up
b-tch its hundred round goon, all that beef ain’t no pressure
if they wrong, if they right
b-tch we gone’ slide tonight
that beef sh-t get me hype
i’m not the rapper type
but i got that riper price
these n-ggas with hermaphrodites
ain’t no drive by
i’m the up close and personal type
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