Cash out on a brand new whip or sum, this shit is super fast
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke, so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing June only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bih with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
I'm road runnin' everyday, but when I lay, I stay up in the jungle
Always wanted to eat, I've been a beast, I just can't hide my hunger
Money been the appetite for years, now I'm finally on some
I took a risk and then got rich, lil' nigga, all by my lonesome
It's only me and I'm my competition, now I realize
It's crazy how they look you in your face, and they tell real lies
Forever standing on business, I might be brief
But real gon' recognize
Never had a chance I couldn't grab, cause I exercise
Hope he never played on Lil' Quent top, put you on Fox five
Yeah you know Lil' Lazer, he found out, but I'ma make it out
I'm not the type to cry 'bout petty shit, I'ma thug it now
Three hundred and Sixty-five days and infinite ways to take the paper route
I been stacking bread all summer, and duckin' trouble
Can't get froze again
Actually, I'm jokin, just hit icebox, then got froze again
Hell nah you niggas can't hate from outside the function
If you can't get in
I'm short tempered with a long face, don't try me boy, I'll split ya wig
Yeah I'll split ya wig
Cash out on a brand new whip or sum
This shit is super fast
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing june only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bit with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
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Cash out on a brand new whip or sum, this shit is super fast
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke, so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing June only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bih with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
I'm road runnin' everyday, but when I lay, I stay up in the jungle
Always wanted to eat, I've been a beast, I just can't hide my hunger
Money been the appetite for years, now I'm finally on some
I took a risk and then got rich, lil' nigga, all by my lonesome
It's only me and I'm my competition, now I realize
It's crazy how they look you in your face, and they tell real lies
Forever standing on business, I might be brief
But real gon' recognize
Never had a chance I couldn't grab, cause I exercise
Hope he never played on Lil' Quent top, put you on Fox five
Yeah you know Lil' Lazer, he found out, but I'ma make it out
I'm not the type to cry 'bout petty shit, I'ma thug it now
Three hundred and Sixty-five days and infinite ways to take the paper route
I been stacking bread all summer, and duckin' trouble
Can't get froze again
Actually, I'm jokin, just hit icebox, then got froze again
Hell nah you niggas can't hate from outside the function
If you can't get in
I'm short tempered with a long face, don't try me boy, I'll split ya wig
Yeah I'll split ya wig
Cash out on a brand new whip or sum
This shit is super fast
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing june only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bit with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke, so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing June only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bih with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
I'm road runnin' everyday, but when I lay, I stay up in the jungle
Always wanted to eat, I've been a beast, I just can't hide my hunger
Money been the appetite for years, now I'm finally on some
I took a risk and then got rich, lil' nigga, all by my lonesome
It's only me and I'm my competition, now I realize
It's crazy how they look you in your face, and they tell real lies
Forever standing on business, I might be brief
But real gon' recognize
Never had a chance I couldn't grab, cause I exercise
Hope he never played on Lil' Quent top, put you on Fox five
Yeah you know Lil' Lazer, he found out, but I'ma make it out
I'm not the type to cry 'bout petty shit, I'ma thug it now
Three hundred and Sixty-five days and infinite ways to take the paper route
I been stacking bread all summer, and duckin' trouble
Can't get froze again
Actually, I'm jokin, just hit icebox, then got froze again
Hell nah you niggas can't hate from outside the function
If you can't get in
I'm short tempered with a long face, don't try me boy, I'll split ya wig
Yeah I'll split ya wig
Cash out on a brand new whip or sum
This shit is super fast
Memba times I was broke, I had to get it and got off my ass
Don't think we won't come thru trippin, nigga
Cause Lil' Quent gon' spaz
Yeah, I like to pump, but I don't smoke so it's f*ck the gas
B.B. Simon on my belt
Gucci mink, only fur I felt
Losing june only hurt I felt, why would I help you, I can't help myself
Bad bit with me anywhere
Can't choose which car cause I don't care
You can't ever mean shit to me, nigga, if you wasn't there
Writer: Quentin Lunderman
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