QB Spy Lyrics

When you in your darkest moment, focus on seeing the light When you outside with your

homies, boy you better have your pipe How the fuck you tell on your own blood, you

know that shit ain't right How the fuck you tell it all, boy your ass

fucking mice Me and kykapone, we bet it all when we get down

on the dice

Yeah I t's true that life a gamble, that's why I'm out here moving right

Can't wait till I get this shit up off my ankle, I'm taking flights

With the gang, they right or wrong, swear to God, our money long

When I get up off probation, putting Za inside my lungs

Put that thing on the back of that glizzy, that's a exotic firearm

Never stressing bout these bitches, cause all these bitches out here going

All y'all niggas out here tricking, but y'all niggas really green

Never catch me fiending for no bitch, I fiend for the green

In this bitch feeling just like Floyd, bitch, we is the money team

Shout out to the twins, we getting it in, you know we going viral

Ain't even gotta spend, y'all niggas don't want no smoke, y'all niggas cowards

Fifteen i was on the block, posted up just like Dwight Howard

Off this casa she a, freak hoe, fuck around, pass her to migo

send them P's in the box, you'll think I work for Amazon

Pull up in the Honda cat with Tokyo, the fucking don

Hit that lil' ho from the back, I told that bitch don't fucking run

Told that nigga he get stretched, he speaking on my daddy son

Yeah, I'm talking bout Lil' Char, we were having funds before the fun

Walked inside of Lyfe my pockets fat, you'll think I had a hunny bun

Pussy boy, you better keep your blick so you ain't gotta run

Pussy boy, you better keep your blick, this shit out here ain't sweet

And you know this blick I got right here, this bitch hold 33

Plus it's one inside the head, call this bitch the Greek freak

Got some shit, put you to bed, and it seem like Mary J

Niggas know that I got mouths to feed, I gotta beat the case

Ain't it crazy how your life is in my hands every day

You will never catch me hating on no man, I'm chasing pape

Told that boy that shit illegal, nigga stop that dick riding

I ain't have no one to call when my ass was in a bind

Niggas know I'm from the jungle, catch me swinging off a vine

Feeling just like Russell Westbrook on the thunder, I'm stat(stack) chasing

Told that lil' bitch that she wasting all my time getting naked

Keep it real with all the guys, dusse don't do no faking

Opps done fucked around and put on QB Spy, I feel like Brady

All that talking on the net, the quickest way to get sent to Grady

Steady screaming, fuck my baby mama, let me see my baby

Steady screaming, fuck all of these hoes, just swing your boy a navy

I'ma keep speaking on that boy Lil' E until his ass fade me

Fuck around and give his ass a bib, that lil' boy a baby