Quindon (Interlude)

All my opps bleed like I bleed, ain't got no fear for ya'll I'mma show the hood I still got it, bitch I ain't dropped the ball Ever since I showed off the vocals, these bitches dropping drawls Thought that if I sang to these bitches they gone sing-a-long But f*ck that (HUH) These bitches love they self a hood nigga Love it when they ride in my shit and see that iron with me Real gangsta, ask me where the f*ck that real anger Swear you just so cool with the shit, like they were two strangers Naw nigga This ain't the Q that I know Same Q to beat a nigga for the fingers they throw Same Q to shoot a nigga if they riding to slow Same Q that stayed in error cause he did what he want Bitch you changed huh? Ya'll been begging for this monster Keep playing imma put you on a shirt with yo partna , I got disorders And this city really fuckin' with me Tired of being nice all the time Bitch it's fuckin' Quindon Run up Pussy nigga get yo shit wacked Mad over pussy, yea I fucked Get yo lick back Headed to the block You want smoke Know where we at Lately I been all about peace Nigga f*ck that It's all war Need some shit that I can ride to Every other track on this bitch, ya'll gon' vibe to How can I name this bitch Quindon, if it's not true Sorry not sorry, this is him This is not Q That Split shit Gon' turn it off, it's explicit Imma be every fuckin' side on this bitch here Imma carry every fuckin' 9 in this bitch here Imma yell Every fuckin' line on this bitch here My shit nigga