[ Featuring Quin NFN ]
Get out the way, you ain't really no killer
Get out the way, you ain't really no thug nigga
Don't gotta never go talk in no
Them hoes trying to come get a hug
Aye diamond on flood, they belong in a tub
I just bought a new chain, this bitch cost me a dub
I know him and his partner a scrub
Hit my lil' bro, he gon' slide out the love nigga
Lately been focused on revenue
No nigga sick, I'm ahead of you
We get the drop and we execute
Drake hit his hip, it might blow of a leg or two
I got a FN, came with a green light
How niggas looking, and know I'm at street light
We make a bitch nigga, run out his G Nikes
Don't really need hype, cuz' Quincho the street type
Play with my family, I got to go spin
We get the stolo, and change out the VIN
Go around the 4, bet they know about lil' Quin
Aye kicked down the door, and let everybody in
Aye this a new gen, it look good when I hit at em'
He mention Quin, he must want me to kidnap him
Bought momma sticks for her birthday and gift warp em'
It can't be smoke if the guys never get at em
Ball like a jersey, I'm codeine thirsty
Aye smoking on Texas, and sipping on
They threw some rocks, trynna hide it ain't hurting
Aye she know lil' Quin steady dressing like turkey
Aye she acting flirty, so I had to smush
Aye bro a raccoon, made him hide in your bush
Ha, we know your partner a puss
Walking in with my chain, I ain't dodging no crook
I'm trynna' fly in, I was on I-ten
Tell em' free Flamo, my son we done locked in
Quin really top ten, and nigga I'm not ten
I'm fly when I pop in, feel like a cockpit
Aye ball like a touchdown, Rollie a Bussdown
I bust the iron one time, love the gun sound
He never hopped out the car, trynna' run down
Aye bitch I was broke in the four, but I'm up now
You was broke in the four, and you still broke
I got rich in the A, but there's still dough
Yeah lil' bro 'nem got drip, but he steal clothes
I won't crease on these ricks when I tip toe
Always speaking on shit that you ain't on
Got a bag, I'm the one that they hate on
Yeah I'm doing this shit wit no big bro
I ain't waiting around to get put on
And my bitch real bad with her trues on
Keeping buying new trues but it get old
If she had to, bro she a kick doors
Bitch I stay in the A, where we pour fours
And I pop wit bands, I don't need no assessing
Diamonds bussing, I go tell them to test it
You wearing that moissanite, and we can tell it
I be at the Driskill, I call that the Telly
Cartier Bussdown, I want the glasses
Smoking on gas, how I bought me a Tesla
You know this that loud, cuz' it came from Mexican
Cali got gas, but I'm smoking on Texas
I don't give no f*cks now, my pant Valabasas
My bitch rolled a blunt, and now she finna' pass it
Really from down south, not Calabasas
My pockets stay green, like I play for the Packers
Money stay good, so the plug give extra
Teach you how to scam? Lil' brodie, you the lesson
Karats they eighteen, done got like eight rings
Eight grams in this blunt, hoe I'm gon' pack it
I got a bag on, smoking that A1
Just got a zip, and a gram couldn't save one
Pop out with same ones, I do not change up
Out here in Austin, where I got my change up
I'm trynna' fly in, I was on I-ten
Tell em' free Flamo, my son we done locked in
Quin really top ten, and nigga I'm not ten
I'm fly when I pop in, feel like a cockpit
Aye ball like a touchdown, Rollie a Bussdown
I bust the iron one time, love the gun sound
He never hopped out the car, trynna' run down
Aye bitch I was broke in the four, but I'm up now
