Quela Queen of Hearts & Jamal Rashon - Treason (feat. Weestro DaDon)

I carry tools in a duffel bag
Hundred stacks made my pants sag
Unload on your mind then skirt in the ride
Nobody can find, that's by design
Tea bag a niggas sack in my Gucci bag
Alpha bitch of the pack like ooh she bad
Pussy cream of the crop that you wish you had
Got the game on lock, I don't mean to brag
Scheming and plotting, these niggas be hating
Post on your block and your money we taking
Niggas be mad, niggas be faking
Hoes be jocking, niggas be hating
Beware of the Ruger, it burn ya like Kruger
This here is the shooter, ya body consumer
Feed lead straight to ya head
Your shoes red because you bled
Talk and get clip, body bag zip
Pheromones got a nigga like catnip
Peeled ya cap to split ya wig
Blanket dirt nap, make ya dig
Leave him bleeding in the brain like he been form a leak
Nor he bleeding from an aneurysm, from an aneurysm
Cut the dome off his head, watch him shake
Cause a nigga done tampered wit him, done tampered wit him
We ain't the ones to be playing wit
Quiet is kept, you ain't saying shit
We bring the noise, we gone handle it
Pass me the toys, they vanishing
Turn ya boys into manikin
Quela said do it again, I said man I can
White girl let the birds fly
Game locked, ain't no words why
Heat cocked when we swerve by
Peacock, got yo nerves high
Feathers ruffled, no chips, potato
Suppressor got ya head red like tomato
Scramble brains make a bowl of alfredo
Y'all niggas some kids, we don't play dough
I'm fucking yo bitch cause I say so
I bust in her face, call her freak hoe
She wanted my number, she need more
I call her the hummer when we bone
Murder she wrote, its blood on you choke
I service you coke, you take it to cope
Consolidate slugs, snub got the hollows
Dominate ya fate and you know what follows
Diva too shiesty like ooh she might knife me
Clear the scene quicker than that nigga Spike Lee
Hit a lick quick, he looking all icy
Lead him on wearing panties, slim tall white tee
Keep heat tucked, stilettos on my feet
Thought he'd fuck, now six feet he sleep
Queen pin of the streets, what the fuck you think
Quela Queen spit that heat, no fucking ink
Strip scene, money green, pussy pink
Sip lean, smoke weed, pour a drink
Won't hesitate to put a bitch nigga in place
You test ya fate when you get in my face
Mask off, broad day, lights out
Just like I thought, like a bitch you might shout
My knowledge pimpology follow through all of my arteries
Cannot be having no tragedies, no sucker, duck a clucker nigga follow right behind me
I'm pimpin, I'm mackin, I'm rolling and stacking
I'm rolling and flaming, containing these blunts
To be meditate in my mind state as infiltrate your clubhouse with this tech nine
And this AK, mutha fucker it's too late
Finna regulate yo chest plate
With some hot lead from the AK as I sit back
In the Chevy thang wit a fat sack gripping on the wood
Shaking and popping, she sliding, she freezing
Egyptian combined wit Polynesian
All on the pole, these niggas she pleasing
All on the floor, these niggas she teasing
These bitches be tricky, they plotting and scheming
She all on the block and she loving the semen
Recruit when I see em, I scoop in the BM when hit in the DM in AM or PM
Molly's angels

Written by:
Jamal LaChapelle, Taquela LaChapelle

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