'Till We Tired

(Haha) (Toom, Toom) R-R-R-RJ It's that qc4lshit, you heard He said what? Tryna creep in our cave, you see this shit is dark Spitting vows to my glock, like "till death do us part" Do a show with my metal, my glock like guitar And your time to die now, already made it too far If we creep, keep it low, with our all black attire And we play with out lives, is you ready to die? Finna blow they whole block, with this iron Yeah the murder don't stop, 'till we tired He know not to try, he know not to rebuttle Send you further then space, if you lurk in my shuttle Shorty thick with the cake, and I ain't talking funnel If he play then we step, put his face in the rubble If he start running his mouth, he get popped like a bubble And I tell her I love her, I just wanna f*ck her, I don't wanna cuddle (Aye) I fucked with another, and she don't know nothing Ain't as good as u thought I was huh? Ese want get back, no he can't get that Or he finna get split like a kit-kat They don't know that I did that No McDonalds, we bet that you gone get hit with this big mac I ain't doing that chit chat or talking If we beefing, ain't fighting, i'll pop him Infrared with this laser, we'll dot him He get struck with this lightning, we'll shock him At the beach with this shorty, she tried to record me but I can be seen out in public She wanna make porn and she tell me she horny, I tell her say less, get to sucking If the feds get to buggin' just say you know nothing If he rat then these bullets get dumping Get sparked if you mugging And this choppa get tuggin' no tug of war, pull it in public Don't start shit with me, not a conversation And don't talk unless money's the problem stated And these bitches I f*ck, you would probably date 'em I got manners with glocks, I got pistols waving Uh, I got pistols waving On my way to the stars, I been elevating If you push me, I pop, I ain't good with patience Me and satan today, making hell awaken Tryna creep in our cave, you see this shit is dark Spitting vows to my glock, like "till death do us part" Do a show with my metal, my glock like guitar And your time to die now, already made it too far If we creep, keep it low, with our all black attire And we play with out lives, is you ready to die? Finna blow they whole block, with this iron Yeah the murder don't stop, 'till we tired Well bitch I ain't tired, I ain't stopping for nothing F*ck solving the problem, we'll run 1 on 1s Put my dick in her stomach, she'll need her some tums And it's f*ck what you said till we cut off your tongue Ima smoke these runts, till i'm tripping or coughing We gone find him and stalk him, we'll take off his noggin I said "do you wanna f*ck" and I know that she nodding And it's QC4L, I know you ain't forgotten Don't give a f*ck who he got stepping with him Better keep that motherfucking weapon with him Always talking crazy, never met a killer Only fucking bitches for the beneficial And we storm with these chops, give you tears if we rain Bitch I do it for gang, you do it for lames And I'll f*ck up my life, I don't care 'bout the game Go cry over that ese I killed, what a shame Tryna creep in our cave, you see this shit is dark Spitting vows to my glock, like "till death do us part" Do a show with my metal, my glock like guitar And your time to die now, already made it too far If we creep, keep it low, with our all black attire And we play with out lives, is you ready to die? Finna blow they whole block, with this iron Yeah the murder don't stop, 'till we tired "Till we tired (Aye) We don't stop 'till we tired Best Baby Around Creating Your Sound That qc4lshit (Brr, Brr, Aye) Dat qc4ltalk He said what?