Q Da Fool – No Debating Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, damn

[Chorus]
He ain't want it, so I had to take it
No debating, I'm one of the greatest
Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating
In the hood, we surrounded by satan
And it's crazy, we wan' make it out
The police, they just wan' take us out
Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route
Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south

[Verse 1]
It ain't no quittin', I gotta do it
It ain't no missin', you gotta shoot him
He said it's friction, they 'bout to lose 'em
Me and my pistol, we coolin' as usual
I got an army, I send 'em
Glock 23 in my denim
Restuffed thirty 'bows in a rental
If you want 'em, then nigga, come get 'em
It's some niggas I lost, can't forget 'em
All the hoes I cut off, you can hit 'em
Do it just like a boss, I don't miss 'em
All them lies in your song, I don't feel 'em
Why these hoes always worried what we do?
Disrespect me, I turn you to seafood
Cartier, so I barely can see you
My bitch mad, said, "I never can read you" (Damn, uh)
Pull up, get it done, uh
You don't know what you would've done
Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone
You ain't finish, so you never really won
Keep it going, I ain't never really done
Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son (Rich Shoota)
If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust
I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus
[Chorus]
He ain't want it, so I had to take it
No debating, I'm one of the greatest
Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating
In the hood, we surrounded by satan

And it's crazy, we wan' make it out
The police, they just wan' take us out
Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route
Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south

[Verse 2]
I made the bitch do a donut
How you flexin'? Your shit got a donut
Bro, don't stretch it, the junkies gon' go nuts
My uncle tried test it, he threw up (Lame, boom)
I blew up
I done came far from a blow-up
Drop a bomb to your car, watch it blow up
Cars in like sneaker count, I got four of 'em
15K on the chopper, got four of 'em
Don't ask me 'bout no rappers, don't know of 'em
They ask me 'bout some trappers, don't know of 'em
I was shooting, your ass used mow lawns

[Chorus]
He ain't want it, so I had to take it
No debating, I'm one of the greatest
Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating
In the hood, we surrounded by satan
And it's crazy, we wan' make it out
The police, they just wan' take us out
Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route
Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south, damn
[Outro]
Pull up, get it done, uh
You don't know what you would've done
Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone
You ain't finish, so you never really won
Keep it going, I ain't never really done
Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son
If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust
I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus, damn
Pull up, get it done
Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone
You ain't finish, so you never really won
I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus

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