Текст песни After Me - Q Da Fool

Crrrr, pray
Tray, round, troll
It around fool
Pow, pow, pow bitch
Chi cho wannabe
Bitch i'm heroin on a spoon
Let's get it...

I heard they wanna kill me,
I heard them niggas after me
I be with them rich shooters
I know they would die for me
And I love my babymomma she could cook a pie for me
And no you can't hang out with me, if you cannot lie for me
I think you need to get your bitch, 'cause she got her eyes on me
I think I need to take a trip, police got they eyes on me
I think I'm 'bout to kill a nigga. 'cause I may not have the beat
I got niggas from 37th all the way to Aikiki
Bitch I got these streets on lock, I'm walking with the key
O.G bust up after school. nigga hop out in the street
Hop and sell some pussy and I hop up on the beat

Yeah
Pull up in that Porsche, you still pull up in that Capri
What up bitch? bitch can't sleep
She keep my .40 when I shit and when I eat
Watch my back and watch my friends nigga, let's beef
Shit's so fucked up I can't trust my family
That's beef
That's beef
That's beef

Hundred rounds, 50 p's plus a 50 piece
Mom ain't raised a damn killer l not a fuckin' priest
I can read these niggas just like you can read a speech
I can take some salt, check for some dry walls
These niggas preying on a young niggas downfall
Throwing the mug, but I still got my damn dogs
I'm gonna mix xans with the adderall
Sorry that your nigga died, but I will not play with the fire
Popping xans til a young nigga tired
Block 39, compact size
Yo' bitch wear my sneakers king sized
Getting beaten over on big star
Yo' bitch where you at?
Where you at nigga?
You about to go mic? I bet...
I'mma pull up on you soon, soon as I'm done fuckin' up
Aaaaaay

Q Q Fool, was supposed to fuck it up,
Man we robbed you bitch, nigga just suck it up
Big dog I can't hang with these poops
Cowboys, flies, I'd rather be bit, plus

I heard they wanna kill me,
I heard them niggas after me
I be with them rich shooters
I know they would die for me
And I love my babymomma she could cook a pie for me
And no you can't hang out with me, if you cannot lie for me
I think you need to get your bitch, 'cause she got her eyes on me
I think I need to take a trip, police got they eyes on me
I think I'm 'bout to kill a nigga. 'cause I may not have the beat
I got niggas from 37th all the way to Aikiki
Bitch I got these streets on lock, I'm walking with the key
O.G bust up after school. nigga hop out in the street
Hop and sell some pussy and I hop up on the beat

Yeah
Pull up in that Porsche, you still pull up in that Capri
Oh yeah, oh yeah