Cook that shit up, Quay
Cook that shit up a lil' more, Quay
Hold up
I'm still eatin' crackers and tuna fish
These niggas so broke, they don't know who to diss (Fuck 'em)
I just blew a hundred thou' for a title (Title)
Off the head, I ain't never been a writer (Been a writer)
I just blew another twenty on a jet (On a boom)
Bitch bad, she ain't never flew that (Never flew that)
Nigga gangsta as hell behind the mic (On a mic)
Run into 'em, they ain't never said that (They ain't even say that)
They really be nice, I told you (Told you)
They copy my style, I mold you (I mold you)
I'm payin' the plug on time, my nigga
You never hear me say, "I owe you" (No sir)
You cuffin' that bitch, she old news (News)
I been hit her then dropped her on Pro Tools
I want nun else to do with her (Do with her)
But she can still hang like a crew member (What up gang?)
I keep shots like a bartender (Bartender)
Ride the neat like a car rental (Skrrt, skrrt)
Takin' risks like Kawhi Leonard
Tell her, "After we fuck, cook a fire dinner" (Uh)
Yeah, I'm cool, but I shoot niggas (Bow)
Fuck with us, how you die quicker (Ooh)
Fifty thousand for cuz' lawyer, if he need you to lie better lie with him (Lie)
Man, you better lie for him (Yeah)
I told him I got him, I die for him (Gotchu)
All this money keep on comin' in, comin' in, it got me in rare form (Ooh)
I'm hard, they study my platform (Ooh)
I block the bitch when she get too annoying (Damn)
I'm outta here, she like, "Where you goin'?"
I know the purple bad, but I keep pourin' (Ooh)
I'm outer space, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
We done drunk 'bout an eight, ya dig? (Ya dig?)
Nigga, this grown man business
Where I'm from, we don't play with no kids (No sir)
You want the Glock or the SIG (Uh)
When you catch him, better take off his wig (Take off his wig)
We been at it all night, I know they don't like it ??? (Yeah)
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