Drowning lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Damn, damn
(Major)
Real sh*t, real sh*t, n*gga
Yeah
Lot of sh*t discreet, n*gga, on murder
But ain't no talkin 'bout it
Ain't no conversatin' 'bout it, n*gga
Yeah

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
She wan' talk about it
Got some n*ggas do they dirt, but they don't talk about it
f*ck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
The hate be real, the love be fake, it ain't no way around it
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
I get them pounds and flood 'em
I just might out-of-town it
We don't like out-of-towners
Backdoored 'em quick, we found 'em
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
Play pus*y, can't allow it
Damn, I got some sh*t on my conscience
Damn, they found they n*gga unconscious
b*tch, I got some sh*t, tote a hundred
For real, they take my stick, not coming
f*ck 'em, I'm sending bombs like a comet
I had to f*ck with a condom
That lil' b*tch done f*cked on my brother
Damn, so I had to f*ck on her sister
I gotta stay with a pistol
I gotta stay with a rifle
Can't let these f*ck n*ggas kill me, not 'bout to boost up your title
A day-one turned to a rival
I'm fly as f*ck on arrival
Man, these n*ggas ride di*k like a saddle
I'm tryna finish the war, these n*ggas worried 'bout the battle
He tried to go for the pick when he should've went for the tackle
I said I'm done with the boxes, so I had to f*ck with the tractor
Can't come in the spot with your phone, you know that sh*t come with tracking
[Verse 2: Goo Glizzy]
I just got some new work, I can't wait to unwrap it
I ain't doin' no fightin', that's why I stay with a ratchet
That n*gga stay in black, b*tch, that's my daily fashion
It ain't no IOUs, n*gga, you gotta cash in
I'm still in the field, packs in
I'm still the same from back then
I still'll [?][1:44]
But I ain't goin' back in
What, is you crazy, lady? You can't be my baby, baby
I'm too busy chasin' paper, I can't listen to your statements
I could've been a baller, instead I chose narcotics
Fast money, loadin' choppers, you know what's in the cartridge
Real stepper, check my charges, step back and check my target
Ayy, me and Q the realest, b*tch, put respect up on us
Mob

[Chorus: Q Da Fool]
She wan' talk about it
Got some n*ggas do they dirt, but they don't talk about it
f*ck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
The hate be real, the love be fake, it ain't no way around it
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
I get them pounds and flood 'em
I just might out-of-town it
We don't like out-of-towners
Backdoored 'em quick, we found 'em
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning
[Outro: Q Da Fool]
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning
Yeah
I gotta watch my surroundings
I just might hundred round 'em
f*ck your hood, I might pull up with Dracs and walk around it
Deep in these streets, I'm drowning
Play pus*y, can't allow it
Real sh*t, real sh*t, n*gga