QP ft. rkt Lyrics

The sprite was just clear turn that bitch green

If I pop out, then it'll be a bloody scene

Bitch, I scratched for that cash, I'm a money fiend

I been done playing sports, need a hundred rings

He play with gang gone get left like an onion ring

That bitch wanted me, gone, bruh gone intervene

Fucking two twins together, they simile

Bro shooting 50 Glocks he catch a hundred P's

My bro been a track star, you cannot run from D

Nigga, dissing SG but wont fuck wit some

And that's why I don't take niggas seriously

T.R.K., can not take niggas seriously

And he riding with me, cuz it's Chui V

Got the gun on my side and it's heavily

Got the gun on my side, shooting everything

I done tote on that bitch, yeah

Her booty too big like a Benz

Fuck on that bitch, I done pulled all the friends

Nigga be talking that shit for the Benji's

Nigga be hating my enemies

I got a frenemies too

When I pull up and smoke on the gas

Nigga like me be smoking on glue

Fuck on that bitch, she an animal in the bed

And that bitch done came from the zoo

Fuck on that bitch, now I'm listening to Houston music

Nigga chopping and chopping the screw

Chop on a nigga, he counting to two, three, shoot

Minority money, I only like blues

If you don't got it, then they get a clue

Uh, these nigga get a clue

I can't pop out to parties and shoot through the roof

Lil Bruh be just like D-Bow, he punching your tooth

Roll up some za, need three, five, not a two

Lift, I got four inches, fuck up your crew

I ain't Zk, but bro, say he took off some blue

We sent them up like a plane, nigga, flew

I can never get sick, just protect me from flu

Bruh, gone pop out, just gotta mane sound like a flute

I cannot crack that, that hoe not even cute

If I cracked, I was bored and had nothin' to do

I ain't want it, but bruh, still gone throw me the oop

In the back bitch she do what I say, like a cuban

That shit gone flip, bruh, just throw me a QP

Four pockets stay full, but I'm not signed QC

Say this her favorite song, she still bumping they toosie

Chui V doing his money dance

Vdough do not fuck with no many man

Spin out on the nigga, I'm blasting my ceiling fan

I ain't gon' stop till a hundred grand

No, I ain't talkin' no chocolate

Lil' cougar, a freak, I'm a nut in her sockets

You broke with two O's like you play for the rockets

I keep me some nails

And aint none of them polished

Shots at his mileage, I dance to the sirens

You don't know my limits then how am I wildin

Smoking trees in all types of locations

He need a vacation, he goin' to Vegas

Arrive in a casket, four-by-four truck

When I creep, I'm ecstatic, I won't have no kids

Till my money established, I know my CJ gone be causing the havoc

You play with my people, and I'm stopping the traffic

Say, fuck how you have it niggas say that he tough

But his life really lavish, I'm calling your bluff

If you really want static niggas see me n my gun

And his ass get the panic, you be fuckin' with ducks

Now I know why you walkin', when I get on the track

Better know I ain't stoppin', lil' bitch, she a bird

So I know why she squawkin', she all in my dick

Like my nick name Sauce Walka