Capital Q

[Intro]
What up, son? Queens Bridge, nigga. Capital Q, capital B. Infamous Mobb, nigga. Reality Rap. What up?

[Verse 1]
What up, dun? Them niggas ain't ready for twin
Couldn't even imagine all the shit I'm in
I got niggas right now that's trying to kill me
I'm a hustler, every hood got's to feel me
QB, I'm a rapper for life
Only one thing when it comes to money, I'm tight
I got connections in jail, send my brothers a kite
They cut your head off if I'm wrong or right
Let your bitch keep looking, I'ma give her the pipe
Infamous be the clique, all my niggas is tight, right?
I'm off the chain, chicks calling my name
Run a little game, just to get some fame
It's like that, one way or another, we gon' get it
And when we talking shit, homeboy, we done did it, we official
Straight from QB, what's poppin'?
Gonna start cockin', somebody droppin'

[Hook]
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef

[Verse 2]
Call me the medicine man
Used to grind on the block going hand-to-hand
Now I grind on wax like I'm slinging them grams
I'm that G with the master plan
Collect grams and expand through the network
Understand that my sec work, my expertise
Write rhymes like these, keep a bad bitch touching her feet
I tilt sideways, built from the bottom up nobody can stop me
I-M-3, let it be known
We infamous, Mobbin' QB's own
This touchdown, we home fresh out the box, gather the chrome
We back in the New York zone

[Hook]
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef

[Verse 3]
I do a 1-8-7 on your bitch ass
No face mask, raw dog, we got beef anyway
Fuck you nigga and your whole goddamn clique
Loadin' up them clips, it's time to flip
IM3, black panties, unlimited hammers, trust me
All our drama gon' get dealt with, faggot
All the years we suffered, now we gon' let y'all have it
It's gon' be a good look when the shoe is on the other foot
Now we all guaped up, my whole clique in the door
Quarter pound of that fresh when we be on tour
Yeah, we takin' the hood, smashin' the mixtapes
Purple in that kush, yeah, life is great
Anywhere the God land, you know I'm the man
Champ hoodies laced up, what up lil' scrams
Straight from the belly of the beast, nothin' sweet
First nigga, move the gang, lift it off their feet

[Hook] x2
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef
Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef