letra de p's & q's - mike shabb
[intro]
han, han, han
yeah
you already know how we rockin’ man, young shabb, n-gga
han
[chorus]
i’m in the trap, i’m stealin’ the packs
i don’t give a f-ck by n-ggas, they cap
i’m in the foreign whip, b-tch i’m fast
i don’t need [?], boy, i’mma just pass
[?] b-tch better not ask again
most of my n-ggas drug trafficking
i’m in the eighty-five with all my africans
these rappers, they hit me, they never will rap again, yeah, d-mn
yeah, yeah, i’m thinkin’ about money as soon as i wake up
i’m with my cousin we countin’ this cake up
my n-gga mad, he goin’ shake some
white boy crazy, stomp on a cop
i call a [?] trynna stomp on a opp
woah, money on me it’s a lot
woah, n-ggas trynna take my spot
[verse]
walk in a club with my godd-mn hoodie on then i take over the spot, d-mn
i don’t want spеnd on jewelry, n-gga, i just wanna stack my gwap down
feds on instagram lookin’ and watchin’ you, bеtter stay on your watch down
i’m on my p’s and q’s, look at my pockets, i got nas down
my young n-gga a savage, he’ll do whatever just to get some probs down
f-ck coronavirus, we was trappin’ at the spot locked down
stick with me, you gon get that money with me, yeah
i’m a rude dude, i can’t let a b-tch come with me, yeah
yeezys on my feet, i feel super trendy
i don’t pop bars, them b-tches cut with fenty’
i don’t pop percs’, them b-tches not for me
i don’t sniff coke, i got allergies
i don’t smoke crack, is you f-ckin’ with me? (is you f-ckin’ with me?)
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, they just f-ckin’ with me (they just f-cking with me)
i know that b-tch mad ’cause she ain’t f-ckin’ with me (’cause she ain’t f-cking with me)
don’t compare me to these rappers, do you f-ckin’ hear me?
[chorus]
i’m in the trap, i’m stealin’ the packs
i don’t give a f-ck by n-ggas, they cap
i’m in the foreign whip, b-tch i’m fast
i don’t need [?], boy, i’mma just pass
[?] b-tch better not ask again
most of my n-ggas drug trafficking
i’m in the eighty-five with all my africans
these rappers, they hit me, they never will rap again, yeah, d-mn
yeah, yeah, i’m thinkin’ about money as soon as i wake up
i’m with my cousin we countin’ this cake up
my n-gga mad, he goin’ shake some
white boy crazy, stomp on a cop
i call a [?] trynna stomp on a opp
woah, money on me it’s a lot
woah, n-ggas trynna take my spot
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