Don Queen [Don Q Diss] lyrics

[Skit: Nicki Minaj & Funkmaster Flex]

—Don't gotta do that

And Don Q together

Who’s that?

Yeah, yeah, because they was—they…

Who's that?

[Intro]

Yo, we only doin' this shit once

It get real frightening, you know?

I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here

Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah

Canada!

[Verse]

Uh, live from the DM, I’m hollerin' at your BM

We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in

I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' rookies battle

But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?

Big Apple, New York City, more to pity

How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in four cities?

I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s

And now I’m fully open, I play the bully on ’em

Call for your squad, your rescue get decimated

You lookin' like a Styles P nephew that never made it

Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me

’Cause we was poppin' in New York and every hood that you see

The day you beat me will be the day you see see

HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than they feed me

Don’t let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC

Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y'all on TV

Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat with the stars

It ain't really hard to figure out who I'm speakin' up for

Now that my foot and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it

We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with the chalk around it

I got the full baggage

You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package

Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat

Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me?

I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back

He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak

You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy

And somehow you think you fuckin' with me

The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free

And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me

Nigga please, this your brother part

This nigga found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art

Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?

Why battle with A Boogie's shadow?

He ain't even a chapter, he ain't even a factor

QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers

It hurts when you kill a nigga you love

Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that's slugs

Chewin' these niggas with no ingestion

I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested

It's a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected

You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum infection

And what's worse is you know it, still you go unprotected

You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record

See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section

Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up

'Cause them pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up

Yuck, I'ma let you breathe on that

I'm really beggin' that you think about your physical health

You'll never see your fuckin' album on a physical shelf

I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt

You never flipped it to sell

You're not a hustler, your daddy was a customer

I got the info from your baby mama playin' nympho

You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals

You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it

My whole mood I showed y'all fuck it

My dick, I done told y'all suck it

I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach

And make everything in it go up it

You wrote a tape for your nigga that died

You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live

Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie

'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five

Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot

Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a .22

Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist

'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get punched in your face

Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest

Invest in a better vest

Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest

Quit actin' like you the mob

You tryna play Gianni

But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne

The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over

I got an extra long clip that'll hit your soldiers

My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders

I'll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence

Uh, not the money on the head

40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head

I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread

I can have the whole Highbridge comin' for his head

Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38

Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates

Your daughter just came from turnin' eight

And takin' L's right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?

All this blood make me regurgitate

Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate

But since we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here

'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career

I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider

You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his shit hotter

I know how it feels

Nah, I'm lyin', I don't know how it feels

I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real

And I don't know how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga

[Outro]

Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you once

You know, I… I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though

I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know?

This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you're gettin' right now

I know you not used to this, you a little frightened

But it's okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga

And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?

Like… I hope I did that for you

Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga

Wild fuckin' ugly, nigga

You wild ugly, nigga

Fuck outta here