Q Da Fool - K's & Mac's Out lyrics

[Hook : Big Flock] When I'm sliding; Bring the K's and the Mac's out Every time I f** your b**h, pull her tracks out Guns on the market, n***a, bring your racks out Pray to Allah, that lil brodie don't crash out Overdose on Percocets till' I pa** out Your baby mom in my crib with her a** out Try to run down and lil n***a, you're a** out He think he a shooter cause' he brought his mask out Call up Q Da Fool he moving the packs out My n***a Guapo get work from El Paso I'm exposing n***a, bringing the facts out Rap ain't working then I'm taking the crash route Run up on ya' I ain't pulling my mask down And my cousin out here moving the smack now n***a disrespecting me he get smacked down I'm a shooter I ain't putting my strap down [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] n***a's talking but they never gone' slide n***a's watching so I keep my .45 - Bah One in his eye; n***a try you could live in the sky I was high, I was sleep in the sky Pop a Xan and I shot up his ride That boy went to court with a suit and a tie Oh my god, man that boy got to die Real n***a; Real n***as beside me In the trenches I could trap out the alley In the suburbs I could trap out the valley Had to score cause' a n***a was fouling Rich n***a, hustling really my talent 500 Xans and I'm finna' get more 10 pounds, I got 5 in the floor 2 with my b**h; 3 with my who*e Cooking up Molly, I'm finna' cook more I cleaned his a** up, yeah I did my chores My brother got locked cause' he was kicking doors I gave his main b**h intercourse I been balling, n***a no court Gas came in; Got bars by the door Can't marry a b**h cause' I'm gone' get divorced These d** I love, and these streets I adore Nobody safe if I ever go poor Study True Religion I know Allah and Lord If I don't got the Glock then you know I got a source [?] got locked for robbing a store Then came a temp and the charged me some more Rich n***a I feel bad for the poor Rich n***a I got a bags on the floor Rich n***a I feel bad for the poor Rich n***a I got a bags on the floor [Hook : Big Flock] When I'm sliding; Bring the K's and the Mac's out Every time I f** your b**h, pull her tracks out Guns on the market, n***a, bring your racks out Pray to Allah, that lil brodie don't crash out Overdose on Percocets till' I pa** out Your baby mom in my crib with her a** out Try to run down and lil n***a, you're a** out He think he a shooter cause' he brought his mask out Call up Q Da Fool he moving the packs out My n***a Guapo get work from El Paso I'm exposing n***a, bringing the facts out Rap ain't working then I'm taking the crash route Run up on ya' I ain't pulling my mask down And my cousin out here moving the smack now n***a disrespecting me he get smacked down I'm a shooter I ain't putting my strap down