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THE RETURN Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Q
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Quadrellis Bell




Lil Q - THE RETURN Lyrics
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They been askin' you gon' drop, this the return of Lil' Q We been tryna catch a opp it's f*ck this rap shit, that's the truth I done started shit, you lookin' for the sauce, bitch, I'm the roots Can't step like my gang, we in this bitch, All rocking bloody boots Yeah, I know I rap if you speak on the Rs, I'm bound to shoot Shawty was my number one, but she fell off just like she scoot
Ion mean, to be rude, but bitch, don't call my phone, I'm in the booth R.I.P. my bro, this shit went left, I swear he was the glue
Ain't goin' outside if we ain't towin' on chops, we gon' need two My cup super dirty, niggas swear they leanin', pouring up deuces
I been grindin' like I'm Tony, ain't got time for the excuses Hit it from the back, I'm beating' up the pussy, got it oozin
My bag be the deepest, who you think you foolin'? Bitch, ain't use me, can't f*ck with these bitches
All they do is beg, these bitches useless Drop that hoe and f*ck the friend, I swear to God
Lil Q, so ruthless, Lil Q, going up rapping I been had the racks, these bitches choosin
Push the SRT, I jump inside, the Maybach got to cruisin' I know I'm the hardest, but the city hatin', why y'all snoozin'
Lil Q, work', his move, I been on the road like back-to-back Ridin' in the BP, but we all sticked up, won't catch us lackin
Twin he got the Mac, I pushed up on him, hopped straight in the back All these niggas dissin' till they dumb ass end up in a pack
Pop out on the opps, they beat they feet like they was runnin' track Twin he got the bags, I swear he need a Grammy in the trap
Can't believe this shit, I fell in love with all these f*ckin' scrams Shoot this chop, you better duck, cause it's gon' truck, just like a ram
Twin he shoot the heat, and if he miss, I box out like I'm bam Roll the 3.5 up, it might just be your partner or the wham
Call us Beaver Gang, we built this shit from scratch, just like a damn All these niggas ass turn on that Lil' Q, that shit be slammin
Hit it from the side, I put her legs up, and she got to crampin' Man, her pussy good, ain't wanna pull out, finna get her pregnant
When I Sign that deal, you gon' see that R up on my neck I'm the biggest nigga, ion do the VS, I want Baguette's
Bitch get off the net, you gon' end up dead for all them threats Bitch, I ran it up, all y'all niggas broke and be in debt
She call me doggish, needa change, but I been bucking from the Vet Whole gang poppin' shit, we upping dog shit, know I'm f*ckin' next
I been doin' this since a Jit, I up my arms and f*ckin' flex Lil Q, goin' global, swear to God, ion miss none of my exes
Whole lotta double R shit We standin' on that, nigga, and niggas get in the way of this shit Niggas getting stepped on, that's on God, nigga
We got them switches them glitches, them big bitches Yall know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga, we ain't shootin' no small shit
We stay shootin' big shit, ARP, glock 223, nigga know what's up
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They been askin' you gon' drop, this the return of Lil' Q We been tryna catch a opp it's f*ck this rap shit, that's the truth I done started shit, you lookin' for the sauce, bitch, I'm the roots Can't step like my gang, we in this bitch, All rocking bloody boots Yeah, I know I rap if you speak on the Rs, I'm bound to shoot Shawty was my number one, but she fell off just like she scoot
Ion mean, to be rude, but bitch, don't call my phone, I'm in the booth R.I.P. my bro, this shit went left, I swear he was the glue
Ain't goin' outside if we ain't towin' on chops, we gon' need two My cup super dirty, niggas swear they leanin', pouring up deuces
I been grindin' like I'm Tony, ain't got time for the excuses Hit it from the back, I'm beating' up the pussy, got it oozin
My bag be the deepest, who you think you foolin'? Bitch, ain't use me, can't f*ck with these bitches
All they do is beg, these bitches useless Drop that hoe and f*ck the friend, I swear to God
Lil Q, so ruthless, Lil Q, going up rapping I been had the racks, these bitches choosin
Push the SRT, I jump inside, the Maybach got to cruisin' I know I'm the hardest, but the city hatin', why y'all snoozin'
Lil Q, work', his move, I been on the road like back-to-back Ridin' in the BP, but we all sticked up, won't catch us lackin
Twin he got the Mac, I pushed up on him, hopped straight in the back All these niggas dissin' till they dumb ass end up in a pack
Pop out on the opps, they beat they feet like they was runnin' track Twin he got the bags, I swear he need a Grammy in the trap
Can't believe this shit, I fell in love with all these f*ckin' scrams Shoot this chop, you better duck, cause it's gon' truck, just like a ram
Twin he shoot the heat, and if he miss, I box out like I'm bam Roll the 3.5 up, it might just be your partner or the wham
Call us Beaver Gang, we built this shit from scratch, just like a damn All these niggas ass turn on that Lil' Q, that shit be slammin
Hit it from the side, I put her legs up, and she got to crampin' Man, her pussy good, ain't wanna pull out, finna get her pregnant
When I Sign that deal, you gon' see that R up on my neck I'm the biggest nigga, ion do the VS, I want Baguette's
Bitch get off the net, you gon' end up dead for all them threats Bitch, I ran it up, all y'all niggas broke and be in debt
She call me doggish, needa change, but I been bucking from the Vet Whole gang poppin' shit, we upping dog shit, know I'm f*ckin' next
I been doin' this since a Jit, I up my arms and f*ckin' flex Lil Q, goin' global, swear to God, ion miss none of my exes
Whole lotta double R shit We standin' on that, nigga, and niggas get in the way of this shit Niggas getting stepped on, that's on God, nigga
We got them switches them glitches, them big bitches Yall know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga, we ain't shootin' no small shit
We stay shootin' big shit, ARP, glock 223, nigga know what's up
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Writer: Quadrellis Bell
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