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They be like Quin, why you never come back to the trenches Cause bitch i dont gotta go back to the trenches Go asks all the opps if i rap what im living Shoebox full of knots, ima stack to the ceiling Heard she wanna fuck me Cause heard that a nigga ain't fucked up a sac in a minute But these bitches know that lil Quin trynna fuck then he finish On gang then its back to the spinach Dick in her mouth like a dentist Pop out, shoot his ass then we clappin and winning In the field like a scrimmage Dont come with no smoke, we gon wrap em lik christmas On gang All my young niggas with it, they told me Quit staining Young nigga you gifted, aye aye Imma box before i pop me a nigga You not cause you niggas is bitches Dont fuck with no text boy This Glock what im holding Get popped like a trojan, its not what you wanted Piped your lil thot, hit the block then im on it Moon rock got me floating, get shot for approaching No time for a bitch, im just stack it and grow it She know how it go, cause she know how im rolling Goosing your bitch, got her hollering and moaning Tee’d up in the cat, from the night to the morning SongtexteAin't flexing, im pressing they know that i got it Cp3 shit, lil bro strapped with a rocket Ain't rapping for clout, bitch im profit This feature ain't cheap, come and make a deposit My bitch got a bag, like we coming from shopping Fuck from the back, pull her hair while im poppin Your bitch hanging, out like a wall with the stockings Been applying that smoke, now they want me to stop it Aye you the hoe, you the hoe police Came up now the hoes gon freak Ain't rubbing woods since some strong OG Gassed up, and your hoe on eat Bitch strapped, up velcro on me Pull up on em with a roll on me In all black, in a four door deep Big Glock in the stolo seat Pop em like a pill tell em dont OD (overdose) On ten when im solo D Play around like im down like a four-four speed Broke hoes do the most, on me You niggas (?) i swear yall dont beef Yall niggas be oh so sweet How you wanna be cuffed up with a nigga, and you fucked on my bro lowkey These niggas hate it, you seen the look on they faces, when they seen a young nigga make it But thas motivation, got on my shit to the fullest Dont give me the chance, imma take it No time for the waiting, my young niggas strapped like the haitians Be quiet cause he still on probation, and im trynna chase it The coup that we got, really came with no top, like the motherfucker naked Aus Songtexte Mania