P's & Q's
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Bad boy cook
I need some gas for the gas out nigga
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Got P's, got Q's, got P's, got Q's
Got P's, got Q's, what the fuck you wanna do?
Zilla, all gas, no black and mild
Cat piss by the pound, niggas know the pack is loud
I got to knock 'em down like Pacquiao
Looking for a Halle Berry, higher than the atlas cloud
Vegas nights cause my paper right
Boss niggas shaking dice under Vegas lights
It's all a game of life, you gotta play it right
I'm like Mike, take a flight nigga, day and night
Cartier wood frames, 24k, Don Perignon, black bottle boy, Rosรฉ
Roll a lot of papers with the roll tray
Cause you know chicken, chicken, chipotle
The scope say we winning, you niggas losing
It's all gas, no brakes, you niggas cruising
Sleep for the weak, you niggas snoozing
I got these bitches choosing, OG in my Cuban
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Got P's, got Q's, got P's, got Q's
Got P's, got Q's, what the fuck you wanna do?
Zilla, nigga dropping mixtapes never paid the bills
I'm making scrill, gorilla growers in Laytonville
Them sacred hills got boss niggas who making mills
I'm tryna take the field trip, boy let's make a deal
Then spin the wheels of fortune in them Porsches
Sitting on Forges, turbos, 500 horses
Smoking a bag, my stick full of that forest
This outdoor shit got the shatter looking so gorgeous
Yo, OG shatter, that's for the dabbers
That new wave is dope man, that's for the trappers
Everybody talking the same shit, it don't matter
When I pull out the hammer they screaming abracadabra
Blackers, master kush in the cigarillo
Back in the ghetto we had them Knicks calling Carmelo
To riding dirty with 30 packs in back of the marrow
Like Meek Mill to reach mills, my nigga it's levels
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Your P's, your Q's, your P's, your Q's
Got P's, got Q's, got P's, got Q's
Got P's, got Q's, what the fuck you wanna do?
Zilla, catch me sliding through Eureka with the reefer
Up there I get 'em cheaper, Jay Pine Khalifa
Get into the trap then set it off, Latifah
This is real life Madden, quarterbacks and receivers
Touchdowns and sacks, Hail Marys and run plays
Football Sunday, no, I'm Mickey Monday
Next day air, they pick 'em up on the runway
Bible in my hand, still give a nigga that gun play
Gas, got that 91 ahk
And it's strictly for my niggas like that 91 Pac
Chopper got a nose like the 91 shot
Out the hole, 100 rounds, gave him 91 shots
Bang, crop season, niggas looking for a reason
It's Thanksgiving, I bring it to the table, niggas eating
Crop season, niggas looking for a reason
To start squeezing and leave all of you fuck niggas bleeding
Zilla
Man, you got to stay on your P's and Q's
Man, you got to stay on your P's and Q's
Man, you got to stay on your P's and Q's
Man, you got to stay on your P's and Q's
Over, think it over my brother
Over, think it over my brother
Over, think it over my brother
Over, think it over my brother