Текст песни Fuck Up The Mall - Q Da Fool

Zaytoven
Hundred round goon
Bitch I'm heroin on the spoon
I'm dope

I fuck her now she tapping out
Section 8 we trap it out
My life I never mapped it out
We living what we rapping 'bout
Cooking crack and keeping count
Get that brick and bust it down
Catch your ass and skip the town
A hundred rounds bitch I got a ton
They change when we come around
Your main bitch she suck me down
That coke cookie be very brown
Hang with killers cannot hang with clowns
I got the stove I got the pot I think I need an apron now
I got the clip I got the Glock I get the addy knock him down
I'm just thinking out loud
These little niggas acting out
Q Da Fool know how to fight
Don't let that nigga knock you out
Be careful what you say nigga
Q we known to spray nigga
I'm on the strap with Zay nigga
Man this tape worth more than eight figures
My momma tryna save niggas
I'm just tryna take niggas
Can't let no nigga play with me
I'm certified using that K nigga
You beef with real shooters
Hell nah you better pray nigga
Fifty bands I can blow on clothes
That's just in the safe nigga

Fuck up the mall
Lately I been showing off
Make your bitch lick my balls
With Section 8 it's continental nigga
Bought the condo I ain't staying bitch I'm in and out
Whip the 'Rari launch inside the lanes I'm in and out
Fell in love with selling bags the streets paid me out
Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags
Nigga jumped off the porch and went and sold an ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce
Got it off bricks, ZayTown we got the bricks

I been running into trouble since the fucking 86
Momma used to beat my ass that shit had made me crazy
Nigga rest in peace to 20 showing me my first brick
Nigga rest in peace to Bobby let me shoot my first stick
You ever seen your OG dead that shit it fucking hurt me
My own family done killed my family niggas tryna murk me
And my momma used to say my father name cursed me
And my grandfather said be prepared for all beef
Real shooters keep a gun nigga where we all sleep
Will I live, will I die nigga that's beyond me
But that G30 bitch yes it's on me
Can't fuck with these hoe niggas rob 'em all week
If my brother take your shit nigga please don't call me
Can't no label own me 24/7 no sleep
And your dope got too much cuts so the clockers come to me
And we fuck them checks up we got the key to the streets

Fuck up the mall
Lately I been showing off
Make your bitch lick my balls
With Section 8 it's continental nigga
Bought the condo I ain't staying bitch I'm in and out
Whip the 'Rari launch inside the lanes I'm in and out
Fell in love with selling bags the streets paid me out
Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags
Nigga jumped off the porch and went and sold an ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce
Got it off bricks, ZayTown we got them bricks

Fuck up the mall
It's ZayTown we got them bricks
Fuck up the mall
ZayTown we got them bricks