qc4lshit - 'Till We Tired

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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 fuck 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 fuck, 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
Fuck solving the problem, we'll run 1 on 1s
Put my dick in her stomach, she'll need her some tums
And it's fuck 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 fuck" and I know that she nodding
And it's QC4L, I know you ain't forgotten
Don't give a fuck 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 fuck 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
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That qc4lshit
(Brr, Brr, Aye)
Dat qc4ltalk
He said what?

Written by:
Ian M

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