Qs and Ps Video (MV)

(All my bitches not 4's)

Think the bitch toxic, cause she keep on sending smiley faces
10 in my pockets, I ain't saving for no rainy days
Boy betta stop it, we could put his mans on roller skates
Zo hot like the topic, put me on i'll demonstrate (yeah)

She a demon in the bed she been a freak for me (on god)
Have his moms and them crying writing down the eulogy
2016 P & Qs but know i'm copping Qs and Ps
Told bro we gon make it keep ya head up to get out them streets (ya hear)

He ain't shooting buckets that's why coach had to bench him
I know he from the burbs, hate when they act thug life like they from the trenches (yeah)
Not a thing to crack yo bitch I don't need a mention
All this weight up in the room nigga look at what i'm benching

So many different drugs to choose from I couldn't even get addicted (nah)
That boy done finally got some pussy now he don't know how to act (bop)
I been moving like a movie but this shit ain't even scripted
24 hours on the road all I needed was a nap

Hit luke when I land ask him if he got a script in (you got em in)
My lil nigga itching for the hut we send the blitz in (what you need)
Don't even have to get close could take yo bitch from a distance
Dennis how i get to baskets like I done played for the pistons (oh my god)

Tryna pull up w some shiii looking like the auto bots (bop bop)
She'll give it up the first night she a autothot
Do some weird shot f*ck around get auto blocked (yeah)
That bitch ran through by the city, my whole block

Think the bitch toxic, cause she keep on sending smiley faces (oh my god)
10 in my pockets, I ain't saving for no rainy days
Boy betta stop it, we could put his mans on roller skates
Zo hot like the topic, put me on i'll demonstrate

She a demon in the bed she been a freak for me (on god)
Have his moms and them crying writing down the eulogy (oh my god)
2016 P & Qs but know i'm copping Qs and Ps
Told bro we gon make it keep ya head up to get out them streets

(on god)
(oh my god)
(oh my god)

Im on the road i ain't f*ckin w ya i just need some inner peace,
You heard me
Touchdown when I wake i'll be there early in the morning,
Or when i'm ready
What they crushed up all the percs, nah i'ts just cheaper when it's fetty

Back in my city, when I touchdown bitch i'm the realest
If I go back to broke don't have a dime i'm back to trappin
They be fake as them carts they be smoking hurt they throat I know they feel it
I'm w my niggas at the table tryna make us all a meal

Said that he can fight
Yeah not really
You's a broke nigga without that deal (no shit)
You still broke y'know zo got the ticket
Telling jokes I feel like Kevin Heart make yo bitch jiggle

(On god)
(Big 4)