Quanny Flow

Sometimes I drink Hennessy and I make money calls

Shout out to my demons, man

We the opps, ****, we the opps, ****

Play you might get your face hit, man

**** claimin' that they solid to that pressure on

Free the opps, bitch, we the opps, know who we steppin' on

Forever screamin' free, the heck can't believe my brethren gone

Lil' bro one turn hop in that car, so know his weapon gone

I spent and missed, bitch, you got lucky, you a leprechaun

I pop that door, they use they feet like this was Peloton

I pop a cell and pull a four, she drinkin' hella dumb

And my lil' Philly, bitch, a demon, she a messy drum

And I keep Skrilla in my safe, but it's that quantity flow

This shit too deep, can't let it slide, we at his momma though

They drop that bag, we get that low, and then we vomitin' those

He drop that diss on, shit was cute, but now we bombin' yo

It was 1212s for the H, and now we scrapin' plates

He postin' shows in other states and got us savin' dates

He took a shot and got a shit bag, got him shavin' weight

That **** told and took it back, but still ain't say the case

This bitch bad, but got the boots, she try and make me wait

And this bitch mad, I beat her ass, she try and bake a cake

That **** told, exposing rats, he 1090J

He whip this pole out, but I ain't blast, he better say his grace

I whip my pole out with this mask, them **** had a race

We've knocked his noodles on his lobster, caught him on a date

I snatched that blick out boogums, this was tryna make it shake

I snatched his soul out, but he body should've seen his face

I pistol whipped him, took his bag, he had a lot of weight

I really pray they free to slide us, yes we gotta wait

I mix that uh-uh with that uh-uh, that's a lot of bait

He tried remix with them bags, he got a lot of shape

I tried to tell her, talk to chill, it wasn't gettin' through

I see some family turn to foes, and those can get it too

I heard yo all on the news, we gotta switch the coupe

Catch a body, switch the Glock, hang out a different roof

Catch a B and call him buddy, put him in the booth

Went on that drill with Lord God, he ain't even shoot

Went on that lick with Lord Sean, and he was scary too

And Lord Fane know how to rap, but he a scary dude

I had my bitch all in the mix, was realer than these ****

Staphylophobe, my sands was realer than these pillars

Fuck the troll, I'm homophobic, I don't feel these ****

Me and Toptron pop a door, hop out and kill these ****

I pop that Urki in that Morello, then pass the pistol

That **** fast, I'm on his ass, his man be dashin' with him

All that tough talk on the net, don't make me come and get him

I got him inside for the winter while his stomach healin

I got him tryna cop the deuce, but it's too late for dealers

I got my ex-bitch in a frenzy, it's too late for fillers

I got a lefty with a good shot, that boy Brandon Jenums

And this his first year in the league, that **** Brandon Miller