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About Q Da Fool

Q Da Fool – real name: George Hudnell – to this point: he’s currently one of the leading Rap artists in the DMV area, having scored a highly-coveted deal with Roc Nation. He also connected with legendary producer Zaytoven, together with cooking up the well-received 100 Keys project.

In an area known for its “crabs in a barrel” mentality, Q has managed to manoeuvre through its pitfalls and gather the support of his peers – something few artists from this area have been able to accomplish.

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Q Da Fool – For Real Lyrics

[Intro]
P-P-Produced by Cre8
Bah, bah
100 Round Goon
Heroin on a spoon
I’m dope

[Chorus]
Roll up that chopper, yeah, we on that shit
You niggas duckin’ and hidin’, don’t be on that shit
My niggas ridin’, they shootin’ it quick
That nigga got shot in his eye, he can’t use it again
Uh, I’m a Rich Shoota for real
When she get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, bitch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use ’em for real, bitch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin’ for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon’ set him up
That nigga die ’bout a bitch
Not usin’ no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac’ wet ’em up
When I caught him lackin’, drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine shit
No, I’m not totin’ no limited clips

[Verse 1]
You want a brick, I made Cinnamon rage
Her pussy good, that shit taste like some cinnamon
The way them boys rappin’, you know I invented it
You lookin’ broke as shit, I’m at the dealership
Since I got rich, gotta watch who I’m dealin’ with
Poppin’ a hundred clip, I’m killin’ ten of ’em
Fuck all these rappers, no, I’m not no friend of ’em
Damn, I know you ain’t mad ’cause I’m winnin’
This ain’t no Youtube shit, we really spinnin’
When it’s time to kill, a hundred niggas with it
And I spent a hundred on jewellery, I’m gifted
Catch you and your man in that car, I’ma flip it
I’m way too real and I’m way too street
Make a half a mil’ on a one way street
Niggas act like hoes and they jewellery look cheap
21, two sons, feel like Big Meech, bitch

[Chorus]
Roll up that chopper, yeah, we on that shit
You niggas duckin’ and hidin’, don’t be on that shit
My niggas ridin’, they shootin’ it quick
That nigga got shot in his eye, he can’t use it again
Uh, I’m a Rich Shoota for real
When she get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, bitch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use ’em for real, bitch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin’ for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon’ set him up
That nigga die ’bout a bitch
Not usin’ no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac’ wet ’em up
When I caught him lackin’, drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine shit
No, I’m not totin’ no limited clips

[Verse 2]
I don’t owe nan nigga shit
You ain’t pay my bill, you don’t pay my rent
No, I’m not shocked that these bitch niggas switched
Couple bodies gon’ drop when you get in this shit
Yeah, that’s the life that I live
I got that lil micro and it’s right by my leg
She smokin’ pipe, she ahead
I got a lil white ho, she be stealin’ me meds
Don’t let me find out these niggas not violent
Don’t let me find out where you niggas hidin’
We got them poles, now it’s smoke in the air
You was destined to crash, wasn’t hope over here
Uh, now I got a bust down Rollie
Bust down chain, and a Range Rover my age
Told Shine I don’t want a plain
Shit look like lame, everything dancin’ over here
Everbody die, Charles Manson over here
Sent them the bands, so the Phantom, I’m switchin’ the gears
I’m a Rich Shoota
I heard that bitch on my dick, tell her meet me up here
Perfect timing, no need for ho thots
I’m gettin’ head while I’m drivin’, forgot how to steer
How you a boss and your niggas not eatin’?
You hate on your clique, that’s as fake as it get

[Chorus]
Roll up that chopper, yeah, we on that shit
You niggas duckin’ and hidin’, don’t be on that shit
My niggas ridin’, they shootin’ it quick
That nigga got shot in his eye, he can’t use it again
Uh, I’m a Rich Shoota for real
When she get slimed, Q Da Fool pay the bill, bitch
No one could defuse it for real
Them choppers and Dracos, we use ’em for real, bitch
I need a beat from Pharrell
100 Round Goon really thuggin’ for real (slide with them sticks)
If I give her Gucci and Louis, she gon’ set him up
That nigga die ’bout a bitch
Not usin’ no TEC or no Uzi, this Drac’ wet ’em up
When I caught him lackin’, drum him and his clique
These rappers on feminine shit
No, I’m not totin’ no limited clips

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