P's and Q's

I got a shooter on the pay roll
Niggas used to slang dope
I know niggas never told
And they coming straight home
Trapping off a payphone
Nickle on my waist hoe
I’ll spray ya block then open shop
Sign never say closed
I ain’t talking Aubrey when I say I got 6 dracos
My plug is mexicano
Talking product for the pesos
My cooker worked at Benihana
Quit because the pay low
They had em flipping onions
To a fire volcano
When the trap slow
Niggas gotta hit the block
B&E's, armed robberies
Give me what you got
Then shake the spot
Bars feel like a cinder block
No smoke but rip to Pop
Put the soda in the pot
Whip it till it lock
On my P’s and Q’s
Stepping like some Ques
Put em in a pew
Front and center view
To a nigga he related to
Closed casket funeral
Was working with the federals
If he a snitch, then you a snitch
Ya people with you telling too
No beef I’ll turn a nigga to a vegetable
I’m credible
This money got me skeptical
Don’t foul cuz it get technical
Got my stripes
Like how a ref would do
38 special
Thank god for shell catchers
(NVSV Verse)
Rolling sticks of musty
Deny the text from custy
Try to focus self
My ex keep try to fuck me
Hand machine
On huffy
Hammer time
Get lucky
Shooter shaking like a puppy
Ya whole squad might get it
I was selling midget
The little people know about me
The best I move with caution
But the stories happen often
I just tell it from perspective
You moving reckless
He hit a lick and moved to Texas
I hit ya chick off food and beverage
My cup is dark
My Williams Evans
My niggas solid
Shout out
Booda tevin
Trav and money
You trapped for high
We trapped for money
Dia Dillon mar
Free Francis
Bullets make you do dances
Like it’s Baltimore in 06
My old chick
Blow did like a gold fish
Pussy fire but her
Dreams were hopeless
These bars are fire
I might be the dopest
Running like POTUS
The first sign is the locust
They ain’t coming to see you Otis
On my P’s and Q’s
I sold P’s to Q’s
They made the evening news
My genres recent blue
Pinch of purple
I’m like bishop hint of Urkel
Got Dominicans who hurt you
For the right price
Light ya crib up like a night light
I’m wit my shorty watching zeitgeist
My body different
Talking slick
Ya bodies missing
Called a pic and ran it back
Catch you slip like Janet jack
Son for the paper
Better give it up
Still smoking weed as a pick me up
It’s working tho
My plug he moved to Poconos
Don’t ask questions
Throwing bows
My past lessons
Done taught me folks ain’t really real
Reel me in like emit till
Ring me out
I’m dripping bills
These niggas moving rocks uphill
Toss the jay like uncle Phil