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q da fool - traumatized lyrics
[intro: q da fool]
(i got hitman on the beat)
i guess they thought i was a robber ’til they—
i guess they thought i was a robber ’til they (seen my other side)
[chorus: q da fool]
i guess they thought i was a robber ’til they seen my other side
addicted to homicides, i’ma make his mama slide
d_mn, he seen his brother die? i done left him traumatized
i was out here robbin’ n_ggas, now my voice get monetized (get monetized)
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout some label money, i spent every dime
but i’m still rich as a b_tch ’cause i can hustle, i can grind
i’ma lift her leg up, then i’ma hit it from the side
i be aimin’ for the eyes, d_mn near left a n_gga blind
‘za bags, i got every kind, product you could never find
i blow sh_t up like a mine, time to k!ll, i use my mind
four_fives, n_ggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
that boy be cappin’, he be lyin’, i’m really trappin’, what you buyin’?
[verse 1: q da fool]
if you g_ngb_ngin’, throw your flag up
my muslim brother really helped me run that bag up
we be runnin’ in your house and f_ck the stash up
i be stackin’, but i love to f_ck that cash up
you never touched a hundred thousand, oh, you mad, huh?
bro done caught a body, now he different, he ain’t brag much
hit him with that shotty, i’ma tryna see what slim done had for lunch
hit they block, make sure they die, and then we goin’ to brunch
this outfit cost a blanca
might send my kids to donda (yeah), this ar flippin’ chargers (hrrt)
my lightskin b_tch, she make me laugh, i just might call her wanda
okay, you paid for that b_tch ass, but she be f_ckin’ on you
i give my lil’ n_gga that cash, he scorin’ buckets on you
that drac’ be buckin’ on ’em
n_gga tried ask me for a nine, i ain’t got nothin’ for him
said she was pregnant, that ain’t mine, b_tch, i was nuttin’ on you
you got a brick, they claim a dime, b_tch, we can cut it for you
[chorus: q da fool & sk!lla baby]
i guess they thought i was a robber ’til they seen my other side
addicted to homicides, i’ma make his mama slide
d_mn, he seen his brother die? i done left him traumatized
i was out here robbin’ n_ggas, now my voice get monetized (get monetized)
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout some label money, i spent every dime
but i’m still rich as a b_tch ’cause i can hustle, i can grind
i’ma lift her leg up, then i’ma hit it from the side
i be aimin’ for the eyes, d_mn near left a n_gga blind
‘za bags, i got every kind, product you could never find
i blow sh_t up like a mine, time to k!ll, i use my mind
four_fives, n_ggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
that boy be cappin’, he be lyin’, i’m really trappin’, what you buyin’? (huh? huh?)
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
i’m a presidential n_gga, boy, look at my wristw_tch (look at my wristw_tch)
forty_somethin’ thousand for it plain, it don’t tick_tock (huh?)
only n_gga disrespect my bands turned to flip_flop (turned to flip_flop)
rich as f_ck, still be in the field tryna hit opps (bah)
came a long way from bein’ broke, i went the rich route
in the trap with my white b_tch, i’m tryna get out
i don’t talk a lot around new n_ggas, i got a sl!ck mouth
we ain’t never ran out of no drugs, this like the fifth drought
came to miami with the water, f_ck the jet_skis (f_ck the jet_skis)
chinese chops in the whip with me, i call ’em jet lis (fah)
i know the other side want me bad, they tryna catch me (they tryna catch me)
i’m done f_ckin’ with detroit b_tches, they too messy (huh?)
[chorus: q da fool]
i guess they thought i was a robber ’til they seen my other side
addicted to homicides, i’ma make his mama slide
d_mn, he seen his brother die? i done left him traumatized
i was out here robbin’ n_ggas, now my voice get monetized (get monetized)
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout some label money, i spent every dime
but i’m still rich as a b_tch ’cause i can hustle, i can grind
i’ma lift her leg up, then i’ma hit it from the side
i be aimin’ for the eyes, d_mn near left a n_gga blind
‘za bags, i got every kind, product you could never find
i blow sh_t up like a mine, time to k!ll, i use my mind
four_fives, n_ggas live from 9s, see it happen every time
that boy be cappin’, he be lyin’, i’m really trappin’, what you buyin’?
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