Gimme a reason
Why I shouldn't get to squeezing on you
Hit your passenger inside his head
And leave him bleeding on you
F*ck a baddie
Said Sorry daddy
Got me creaming on you
That's yo hoe
She was f*ckin on me
Just to get even on you
Rule number 1 inside the streets
You gotta keep it on you
Cause the second you take it off
You got the reaper on you
Everything foreign
The car broad and the sneaker on you
Told my granny pray for me
She said you got a demon on you
I had to tell her no granny
I'm on a money chase
Got a appetite for cash
Like the way blue Hunnits taste
Life is a marathon
I'm moving at a runners pace
Cause that's the only way
I'm catching up to gates
Remember when I tried to trap
I bought a couple plates
Then police got behind my ass
I had to jump a couple gates
I couldn't find no one with TD
Or a dusty chase
So I took a gamble on myself
When niggas upped the stakes
I'm with two bitches by myself
But this a double date
She gone let her eat it from the back
While I f*ck her face
Life is a movie
But you'll never get another take
So I got smarter
Did it for my daughters
And my mothers sake
Now I'm talking rich shit
Private jet on my wish list
Flew a bad bitch out to Paris
For some croissants and some French tips
But I'm from aq
Definition of trenches
My naybahood is a nutty block
And I ain't talking bout no crip shit
I'll send a missile at your people
Man I'm f*ckin evil
I was always greater than
He less than
We were never equal
Im on some dope shit
Like a junkie
With a f*ckin needle
He was broke
Before he was your BD
And you let him seed you
Most these bitches
Looking for sympathy
Won't get from me
Hublot hue
Is like a crazy blue
Like it's from Tiffany's
They got a couple dollars
But them boys ain't rich to me
He talking crazy like a gangsta
But that nigga bitch to me
Watch your step when you get on the slope
This shit get slippery
I Can't put my trust inside no hoe
That's how they'll get to me
It ain't Santorini for a week
It ain't a trip to me
F*ck 114th precinct
And them charges
They won't stick to me
It's Yé
Young Ye - Free Da Q Lyrics
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Gimme a reason
Why I shouldn't get to squeezing on you
Hit your passenger inside his head
And leave him bleeding on you
F*ck a baddie
Said Sorry daddy
Got me creaming on you
That's yo hoe
She was f*ckin on me
Just to get even on you
Rule number 1 inside the streets
You gotta keep it on you
Cause the second you take it off
You got the reaper on you
Everything foreign
The car broad and the sneaker on you
Told my granny pray for me
She said you got a demon on you
I had to tell her no granny
I'm on a money chase
Got a appetite for cash
Like the way blue Hunnits taste
Life is a marathon
I'm moving at a runners pace
Cause that's the only way
I'm catching up to gates
Remember when I tried to trap
I bought a couple plates
Then police got behind my ass
I had to jump a couple gates
I couldn't find no one with TD
Or a dusty chase
So I took a gamble on myself
When niggas upped the stakes
I'm with two bitches by myself
But this a double date
She gone let her eat it from the back
While I f*ck her face
Life is a movie
But you'll never get another take
So I got smarter
Did it for my daughters
And my mothers sake
Now I'm talking rich shit
Private jet on my wish list
Flew a bad bitch out to Paris
For some croissants and some French tips
But I'm from aq
Definition of trenches
My naybahood is a nutty block
And I ain't talking bout no crip shit
I'll send a missile at your people
Man I'm f*ckin evil
I was always greater than
He less than
We were never equal
Im on some dope shit
Like a junkie
With a f*ckin needle
He was broke
Before he was your BD
And you let him seed you
Most these bitches
Looking for sympathy
Won't get from me
Hublot hue
Is like a crazy blue
Like it's from Tiffany's
They got a couple dollars
But them boys ain't rich to me
He talking crazy like a gangsta
But that nigga bitch to me
Watch your step when you get on the slope
This shit get slippery
I Can't put my trust inside no hoe
That's how they'll get to me
It ain't Santorini for a week
It ain't a trip to me
F*ck 114th precinct
And them charges
They won't stick to me
It's Yé
Why I shouldn't get to squeezing on you
Hit your passenger inside his head
And leave him bleeding on you
F*ck a baddie
Said Sorry daddy
Got me creaming on you
That's yo hoe
She was f*ckin on me
Just to get even on you
Rule number 1 inside the streets
You gotta keep it on you
Cause the second you take it off
You got the reaper on you
Everything foreign
The car broad and the sneaker on you
Told my granny pray for me
She said you got a demon on you
I had to tell her no granny
I'm on a money chase
Got a appetite for cash
Like the way blue Hunnits taste
Life is a marathon
I'm moving at a runners pace
Cause that's the only way
I'm catching up to gates
Remember when I tried to trap
I bought a couple plates
Then police got behind my ass
I had to jump a couple gates
I couldn't find no one with TD
Or a dusty chase
So I took a gamble on myself
When niggas upped the stakes
I'm with two bitches by myself
But this a double date
She gone let her eat it from the back
While I f*ck her face
Life is a movie
But you'll never get another take
So I got smarter
Did it for my daughters
And my mothers sake
Now I'm talking rich shit
Private jet on my wish list
Flew a bad bitch out to Paris
For some croissants and some French tips
But I'm from aq
Definition of trenches
My naybahood is a nutty block
And I ain't talking bout no crip shit
I'll send a missile at your people
Man I'm f*ckin evil
I was always greater than
He less than
We were never equal
Im on some dope shit
Like a junkie
With a f*ckin needle
He was broke
Before he was your BD
And you let him seed you
Most these bitches
Looking for sympathy
Won't get from me
Hublot hue
Is like a crazy blue
Like it's from Tiffany's
They got a couple dollars
But them boys ain't rich to me
He talking crazy like a gangsta
But that nigga bitch to me
Watch your step when you get on the slope
This shit get slippery
I Can't put my trust inside no hoe
That's how they'll get to me
It ain't Santorini for a week
It ain't a trip to me
F*ck 114th precinct
And them charges
They won't stick to me
It's Yé
Writer: Remel Darden
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