Visa (feat. Qwandntkrash)

You weren't even a good boy, he's gone be on it, man

All out of 448, shit

Ayy, loaded 20 on a Visa

Got me thinkin' it's a rapture

In the stew, it lock up 5 on me now

but fuck the rap shit, I been up for like three days

Tryna calculate this back end, back to back, we gettin' cold

Tell that bitch I ain't no rapper, I can rest, I'm feelin' good

Might as well get in a booth

Now I know they gon' respect me, they know QDK the truth

If I tell you send your card, don't ask your friend what I'm gon' do

Get it back whenever we drop money, keep it cute

Everybody finna eat, I woke up like slayin' dragons

Me and Cutter ran it up, I ain't even gotta text shit

I ain't have to hit the road for this, that Lil' Blake comin' to me

I ain't tryna start a fam yet, but we gon' pay the seats

Pesticide, exterminate like every rat, these **** green

Pick a side, **** tryna come and join the winning team

Could've signed that deal, that shit was weak, they said 100K

Made a hundred plays from three to seven, playin' in the eight

Bitch, we run the city, you can't name some **** late as us

Soon as I pop out, all them bitches tryna do me somethin'

It's 8 o'clock, I'm on a blocky on this bike, I'm hittin'

I'm in that water with them sharks, I'm tryna kill the fish

Two penny wise, not penny pinchin', only thing I know is wrong

I'll sell a bitch to you before I ever sell my soul

I'm a target, ****, amen, I saw that church, so don't give up

Only thing you know is still, either robbin' or it's chrome

Ain't no plays and I go home, servin', and servin' strong

Fears on dick, I grab new phone, throw em' out, I switch the tone

Drop a bag, they get em' gone, got plenty highs, still sellin' lows

Power move like D-Rose, and I burnt the scale, got the cheat code

Loaded 20 on a Visa, got me thinkin' it's a rapture

In the stew, it like a 5 on me now, but fuck the rap shit

I been up for like three days, tryna calculate this back end

Back to back, we gettin' close, tell that bitch I ain't no rapper