Straight Thru

They be like, "Quin, why you never come back to the trenches?"
'Cause, bitch, I don't gotta go back to the trenches
Go ask all the opps if I rap what I'm living
Shoe box full of knots, I'ma stack to the ceiling
Heard she wanna fuck me
'Cause I heard that her nigga ain't fucked up a sack in a minute
But these bitches know that lil' Quin tryna fuck, then he finished
On gang, then it's back to the spinach
In her mouth like a dentist
Pop out, shoot his ass, then we clappin' the witness
In the field like a scrimmage
Don't come with no smoke, we gon' wrap 'em like Christmas
Ayy, on gang, all my young niggas with it
They told me, "Quit stainin', young nigga, you gifted,"
Ayy, ayy, I'ma box 'fore I pop me a nigga
You not 'cause you niggas is bitches
Ayy, don;t fuck with no TEC's, boy, this Glock what I'm holdin'
Get popped like a Trojan, it's not what you wanted
Piped your lil' thot, hit the block, then I'm on it
Moon rock got me floatin', get shot for approachin'
No time for a bitch, I just stack it and grow it
She know how it go 'cause she know how I'm rollin'
Goosing your bitch, got her hollerin' and moanin'
T'd up in the cat from the night to the morning
Ain't flexin', I'm pressin', they know that I got it
CP3 shit, lil' bro strapped with a rocket
Ain't rappin' for clout, bitch, I'm rappin' for profit
This feature ain't cheap, come and make a deposit
My bitch got a bag like we comin' from shoppin'
Fuck from the back, pull her hair when I'm poppin'
Your bitch hangin' out like a wall with a stockin'
Been applyin' that smoke, now they want me to stop it
Ayy, you a ho, you the whole police
Came up, now the hoes gon' freak
Rolling 'Woods, this some strong OG
Gassed up and your ho on E
Strapped up, Velcro on me
Pull up on em' with a roll on me
Off black in a four door deep
Big Glock in the stolo seat
Pop like a pill, tell 'em, "Don't OD"
On ten when I'm solo D
Play around, lay him down, let the .44 speak
Broke hoes do the most on me
You niggas vegans, I swear y'all don't want no beef
Y'all niggas be oh so sweet
Ayy, 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 that's motivation, got all my shit to the fullest
Don't give me the chance, I'ma take it
No time for the waitin', my young niggas strapped like the Haitians
Be quiet 'cause he still on probation and I'm tryna chase it
The coupe that we got really came
with no top like the motherfucker naked



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Shaquon Thomas
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