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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Stimme und Gesang
Lil 2z
Lil 2z
Stimme und Gesang

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Yah, yah Ayy Pew, pew, pew, pew Gang, hold on Ayy, pew, pew Back again with a whole 'nother sack (sack) Sold the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (throw the cat) We can fuck, if you show me some racks (ayy) Ain't givin' favors, was holdin' me back Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq We outside, niggas know where we at On the block, tryna sco' me a pack (tryna sco') I was already turnt up and ignorant (ignorant) Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (free the guys) Niggas cap in they raps, we ain't feelin' it (cappin') He ain't from where I'm from, he a immigrant She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate You ain't hard on a hoe, boy you feminine They know we tryna step like a Timberland (pow, pow) ARP known to blow off a ligament (brah) Pump fake and I don't need 'em 'round us ('round us) Niggas envy, I don't need 'em 'round me Had to start all this shit from the ground up (ground up) Built the bread, let 'em do it without me (without me) Niggas see where you at, tryna clout seek (clout) Okay cool, turn a rapper to ground beef (pow, pow) I was already turnt when they found me (found us) I'm the king in the city, they crown me (bitch) One deep ten toes and it's all right (ten) Now he lack on his actions, but talk right (damn) When we drill 'em, we pop out in all black (pow, pow, pow, pow) That's ironic, 'cause I'm rockin' off white (ha) I adapt to this shit, that they call like (call like) If you talkin' too much, he the loud type I be fuckin' that hoe, had her brain dead (brain dead) Pop a perc, go to work, hit her all night (ha) Nowadays gotta stay with my gun Niggas my sons, I feel like I done birthed 'em (birthed 'em) No they won't understand me, that's why I'm with only the family, I feel like I'm Durk 'nem (Durk) Let 'em shotta come jacked, boy I'm 'posed to react Put the bitch to your back like we burped 'em (pow, pow, paw) Had to show all the lines, when we search 'em (damn) (He gone with this his move, we will murk him) Gang, hold on, ayy (pew, pew) Back again with a whole 'nother sack (sack) Sold the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (throw the cat) We can fuck, if you show me some racks (ayy) Ain't givin' favors, was holdin' me back Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq We outside, niggas know where we at On the block, tryna sco' me a pack (tryna sco') I was already turnt up and ignorant (ignorant) Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (free the guys) Niggas cap in they raps, we ain't feelin' it (cappin') He ain't from where I'm from, he a immigrant She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate You ain't hard on a hoe, boy you feminine They know we tryna step like a Timberland (pow, pow) ARP known to blow off a ligament (brah) Back again like I traveled through time In the world full of hate, with a bag on my mind (ayy) Lil 2z a libra, but if you want smoke some cancer, then you could just give me a sign Damn, I rap 'bout the same shit that we rap about But nine times out of ten, all them bitch niggas lie Theodore Roosevelt, my bitch a diamond (she a dime) Lil Quin and Lil 2z like ketchup and Heinz (like ketchup and Heinz) Bet my Draco might know how to gang bang (brrr) 'Cause it bang 'til I start seeing blue flames Gotta stop washin' my clothes and my bread in my pockets 'Cause they keep on leavin' a blue stain (haha) I love 'em strippers like T-Pain (ayy) That's ironic, 'cause I'm rockin' two chains All black mask on, lil 2z Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne) I used to hold up my pants with a shoestring I got this shit out the muscle like protein (like protein) Run to that bag, got me good on my cardio I'm 'bout my bucks like Jrue and Giannis And I'm 'bout my coins like Luigi and Mario (like Mario) I just keep sendin' and I prob' do the same shit again, but I'ma still tell God that "I'm sorry" tho' Niggas ain't never shot shit in they life, but they killed the whole world when you hear 'em on audio (hahaha) Gang, hold on, ayy (pew, pew) Back again with a whole 'nother sack (sack) Sold the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (throw the cat) We can fuck, if you show me some racks (ayy) Ain't givin' favors, was holdin' me back Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq We outside, niggas know where we at On the block, tryna sco' me a pack (tryna scout) I was already turnt up and ignorant (ignorant) Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (free the guys) Niggas cap in they raps, we ain't feelin' it (cappin') He ain't from where I'm from, he a immigrant She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate You ain't hard on a hoe, boy you feminine They know we tryna step like a Timberland (pow, pow) ARP known to blow off a ligament (brah)
Writer(s): Quinlan Sharif Mcafee, Angelo Zimmerie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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