Letras
Uh, yo, yo
"But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Uh
Uh, just let it rock, uh
Tryna figure out mane
How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player?
Woke up didn't even brush my teeth on some mo' shit nigga
Went to the garage said eenie miney mo
Open the garage, jumped in that bitch, started it
Put that bitch in reverse, uh
Forgot to close the gate
And I forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on
Feel me?
Hit the freeway im doin' like eighty
Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind
And all of a sudden, ay Al hang gon
My nigga alchemist slid through the ac vent, yeah
Nigga I slid through the ac vent
With the seat belt already on, I love this nigga man, hang on
Ay, but when you gonna drop that new shit?
Nigga hit me up like, 'member that shit Al? Niggas like
"Q! When you gonna drop that new shit?"
Guess what nigga I dropped this
Between my life, my fame, my body
My daughter, be happy I'm focused
Stay on that flight like tourists
Runnin' them lights no purist
Me and this hood here fierce, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Come on my nigga you see what I'm doing here take time
Coulda came with the same rhymes
Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick
Stand on that same block, screaming them same Yawk's
Get a feature from K.Dot, put me under that same box
Too talented for it
The rings, the chains, the Porsche
Creatively Crippin', the first to do it
The bridge, the verse, the chorus, uh
"But when you gonna drop that new shit?"
Stop it lil' nigga I does this
Sensei in these studio dungeons
Two years lost four of my cousins
Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us
But tell me this weed is scented
Shout out my life for living
Sold me them lies of Christmas