Q Da Fool – Drive For Us (Lyrics & Video)

Lyrics “Drive For Us” by Q Da Fool

That Rolley inspired me
I loved you, b*tch, why would you lie to me
When I was broke she wouldn’t say hi to me
I swear them b*tches 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 breast
She went to sleep Imma let her get some rest
n*ggas in the way, n*ggas some pests
Couldn’t hold his weight, n*ggas some rats
40 melting n*ggas like them n*ggas some wax

You a pussy n*gga, pussy n*ggas get taxxed
Hundred round goon I be speaking them facts
Imma go to Neimans, imma buy out the rack
I was shooting guns, never thought I would rap
Range Rover we be riding in silence
I ain’t law biding

We some young n*ggas, yeah we rich and we wilding
In every pile of dirt you find a diamond
Imma boss, Independent, I’m not signing
You a slouch, keep sitting, you not grinding
Ain’t no [?] I took my pain and start rhyming
f*ck a plug, pick up that Glock and I find him
Ten bands on some clothes now I’m literally styling
Took that b*tch to New York now she just can’t stop smiling
Made her suck on my privates
And surprised her with prizes

We some Rich Shootahs, we don’t drive
We gone’ let these b*tches drive for us
All my n*ggas yeah they down to ride
Cause who the f*ck else gone’ ride for us
Who the f*ck out here dying for us

Thats his sh*t, thats not yours
Got my own sh*t, had to work for it
Don’t talk if you’re not sure
Ten hours in them bushes n*gga
Swear to got I was that bored

Why these n*ggas drinking foo lean
And they saying that it’s clean they pouring
African diamonds; My fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my n*ggas on it
All my n*ggas getting money b*tch
You not the only young n*gga doing it

Yeah we doing it, Yeah we doing it
We some Rich Shootahs; 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 f*ck is you doing

Up first, and them bullets went through him
F*ck a lawyer, cause my n*gga he through him
F*ck a tape, man my n*ggas 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 n*ggas round’ the four
Q Da Fool run the whole four
Got a problem, you can come to my door
And I bet a b*tch n*gga blood pour

Imma Rich Shootah, I’m not spearing no n*gga
Robbing n*ggas, I ain’t caring lil n*gga
I stack it up, them I bury my figures
Play with me, I’mma bury you n*ggas
Q Da Fool, imma known killer

I swear you playing with the wrong n*gga
I know you see my jhi strong n*gga
But that forty cal jhi stronger n*gga
Talking dumb f*ck wrong with n*ggas
F*ck rappers, can’t do songs with n*ggas
We still snapping cause we hungry n*gga
Need that food like I’m boney n*gga

We some Rich Shootahs, we don’t drive
We gone’ let these b*tches drive for us
All my n*ggas yeah they down to ride
Cause who the f*ck else gone’ ride for us
Who the f*ck out here dying for us
Thats his sh*t, thats not yours
Got my own sh*t, had to work for it
Don’t talk if you’re not sure

Ten hours in them bushes n*gga
Swear to got I was that bored
Why these n*ggas drinking foo lean
And they saying that it’s clean they pouring
African diamonds; My fingers foreign
Robbing plugs, yeah my n*ggas on it
All my n*ggas getting money b*tch
You not the only young n*gga doing it…

➤ Produced by Cardo
Album: No Competition
Q Da Fool 2018

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