Trippie Redd 1400 Gang / Qs & Ps Lyrics

Stay on my Qs and Ps

Theres no us, no we

Got your ex boo thang here

On her knees

These niggas they lame

Try to steal the steez

Yuh, solar flare 14, yuh, wait

Solar flare 14, yeah

Aye aye, aye

Stay on my Qs and Ps

Theres no us, no we

Got your ex boo thang here,

On her knees

These niggas they lame,

Try to steal the steez

Shawty fuck with me the long way

Hit that pussy, make it hurt

Yeah, she gon’ learn the hard way

Pulled up,

Slick rick

Got pneumonia in my fist

All my diamonds, yeah they glist

I’ll never trust a bitch

Pulled up, rarri coupe

Nigga, yeah I got rich

Oh my god, what’s that smell

Wait,

Forgot I’m the shit

I’m the antidote,

She fresh like a cantaloupe

I’m an animal,

Make it out the envelope

Lotta these niggas talkin’

Pulled up, woah, yeah

Send a couple shots

Now your casket closed

Stay on my Qs and Ps

Theres no us, no we

Got your ex boo thang here

On her knees

These niggas they lame

Try to steal the steez, wait

Shawty fuck with me the long way,

Hit that pussy, make it hurt

Yeah, she gon’ learn the hard way