Ocho Cinco
Quincy tell 'em
Quincy tell 'em,
Quincy tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Family is my anchor, they're holding me down
Anchor, they're holding me down
Yeah
My family's my anchor, they're holding me down
Some days it's Gucci just saucing me down
Some days I don't know when to smile or to frown
Some days I run into a flock of some clouds
I'm flocking some sheep, your weed is deceased
I need me like three, trap and repeat, yeah, yeah
She's a freak in the sheets, there is a kilo right under the bed, yeah
Baby I got all these people to feed, yeah
I got some bruddas that need to be free'd, yeah
I twist some haze in the sheet
I'm smoking the loud when it busy in the streets, yeah
She said she's loving my style, it's immaculate, yeah
I told her I don't do love, I got a call from the trap again, yeah
I see the quarterback, I need a sack again
I got the piff, the plug, he speaks Mandarin (Yeah)
Foreign language (Yeah)
Smoking cabbage, everybody's here living lavish
Rented Benzo, 4matic yeah (4matic yeah)
Money tall like lampost, ahh, ahh
I need more commas (More commas), yeah
Same routine yeah for four summers, what?
Beep-beep, I'm a road runner, yeah
I skeet-skeet, I see the po' coming
Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Quincy got the track ready
Huncho bag the pack ready
Need a thousand stacks already, ahh
These bruddas, bitches get a damn pedi, ahh
My bruddas they're so trap giddy, yeah (Trap-trap-trap-trap-trap)
Bitches showing off titties, yeah (Titties)
Her pussy pinker than the note fiddy, ahh (Some pinkish pinky)
More money yeah, I feel like Biggie, yeah (Smallz)
Cîroc for all my guys Diddy, yeah (Let them fall)
Get up on my phone
Treat people like my own yeah
Helping hands, showing love but in my face it's thrown
So I'm here to take the throne, yeah
Let these bruddas know, yeah, I got a journey on my own
And yeah they can't clone, yeah, I been built this way, yeah
Pour a cup for the bitch, Rosè
No way, no way, no way, no way
We smoke weed, we don't do cocaine, yeah
Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Quincy tell 'em,
Quincy tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em
Family is my anchor, they're holding me down
Anchor, they're holding me down
Yeah
My family's my anchor, they're holding me down
Some days it's Gucci just saucing me down
Some days I don't know when to smile or to frown
Some days I run into a flock of some clouds
I'm flocking some sheep, your weed is deceased
I need me like three, trap and repeat, yeah, yeah
She's a freak in the sheets, there is a kilo right under the bed, yeah
Baby I got all these people to feed, yeah
I got some bruddas that need to be free'd, yeah
I twist some haze in the sheet
I'm smoking the loud when it busy in the streets, yeah
She said she's loving my style, it's immaculate, yeah
I told her I don't do love, I got a call from the trap again, yeah
I see the quarterback, I need a sack again
I got the piff, the plug, he speaks Mandarin (Yeah)
Foreign language (Yeah)
Smoking cabbage, everybody's here living lavish
Rented Benzo, 4matic yeah (4matic yeah)
Money tall like lampost, ahh, ahh
I need more commas (More commas), yeah
Same routine yeah for four summers, what?
Beep-beep, I'm a road runner, yeah
I skeet-skeet, I see the po' coming
Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Quincy got the track ready
Huncho bag the pack ready
Need a thousand stacks already, ahh
These bruddas, bitches get a damn pedi, ahh
My bruddas they're so trap giddy, yeah (Trap-trap-trap-trap-trap)
Bitches showing off titties, yeah (Titties)
Her pussy pinker than the note fiddy, ahh (Some pinkish pinky)
More money yeah, I feel like Biggie, yeah (Smallz)
Cîroc for all my guys Diddy, yeah (Let them fall)
Get up on my phone
Treat people like my own yeah
Helping hands, showing love but in my face it's thrown
So I'm here to take the throne, yeah
Let these bruddas know, yeah, I got a journey on my own
And yeah they can't clone, yeah, I been built this way, yeah
Pour a cup for the bitch, Rosè
No way, no way, no way, no way
We smoke weed, we don't do cocaine, yeah
Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah
Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah
We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five)
Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
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Writer(s): Quincy Ferreira, Mujtaba Khan
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