[Quin NFN:] I been talking shit better find you a nigga to hate on Been in the field I’m the wrong one to play on A whole lotta shots at his top get his face blown Bitch it won’t take long I need it right now We not the cleaners but we got that iron now Go stick him up he can’t have it its mine now I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the white house
Nigga talking bout what, aye he better get back Whole lotta techs like a tech so well send that This shoulda came with some fries its a big mac If my nigga don’t got it I got it I get that We getting a work out give us a six pack They gone OD off the flow this that crinack We know your bitch ass hating what the fuck is you getting at Cause well push up and come spin that He think he getting on the map but get wiped off These different diamonds look good with the lights off If he acting dirty we spray him like Lysol Hot box the Airbnb with some pine sol Get in the air like a pilot and fly off We slangin iron in the field but don’t like golf Used to be tax free now I don’t write offs Bro pushing keys we can have us a type off Went from a Porsche to a Beamer then Benz on em Didn’t get me nothing and I got revenge on em Look through the scope we gone put the whole lens on em Hoes tryna fuck me I put all my friends on em Money not money you niggas don’t got none Pull up and drop em and let it be bygones Lil bro on parole so he cannot be by guns I put my hands on her ass tryna hike some She draw the bowl and got fucked up Keep telling me that I lucked up Nigga shit really trash get a dump truck Had to play like I’m broke just to come up Better watch what you say can’t rewind that Got the bezzle bust down where the time at Suit it up and we ready for combat Ain’t hit a lick before I had a contract
[Stunna 4 Vegas:] My lil nigga come lay where he hiding at He come out put that K where his mind at Sneaky link blow my line I decline that New opp pack you get high off of contact He drop a dot on his block we come bomb that Nigga fuckin with 4 I can’t find that Need a shirt bitch you can’t get your bro back Up the blick make a opp do the four flat I won’t tag on a neck its toe tag Body bag, somebody get stretched, exed out Bro be geeking for rent, she got her ass out She a freak for a check Drop a bag off they be ready to step Wherever we catch em we leaving him there We got dead nigga weed in the air Icy nigga but I keep my heat everywhere Icy nigga but tuck the fire when I go Play we put a fuck nigga down under the floor We brought a hundred some rounds to the show Send it up in this bitch fore I go like a ho Probably fuckin his bitch and he ain’t even know Before I signed a deal we was kickin in doors Now I’m hot like the top of the stove And I still will go post on the block with the bros
[Quin NFN:] I been talking shit better find you a nigga to hate on Been in the field I’m the wrong one to play on A whole lotta shots at his top get his face blown Bitch it won’t take long I need it right now We not the cleaners but we got that iron now Go stick him up he can’t have it its mine now I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the white house