La Quica
I been moving like a highway
Niggas is still in the driveway
Fuck corona, do it my way
I don't got time for
People who holding me up
I been working from Friday to Friday
Wrecking em like Miley Cyrus
Present then charge for the mileage
She said you treat me like I am side bitch
Had me come to grips that I am savage
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
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Don't make me call La Quica
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La Quica La Quica
Don't know what shawty was thinking
She gon need that armor of God, everything in Ephesians
Can easily list a couple reasons that I never trusted a hoe, at the top is the thieving
Why my shit up in ya purse, when I let you stay here for the weekend
Shawty is tweaking, it ain't the season
Sending you back to your nephews and nieces
Bouta boot you out the paint, I got all my shooters on speed dial
I don't charge it to the game, And I'm really being frank,
Ya box felt like a used wheel, It ain't ever rolling straight
I would say it to ya face, but you ain't got a lot of time left
Take my belongings out ya safe, put ya money in the grave
This ain't a threat, I'm just telling you straight
My mans raiding yo place
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
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La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
I told you what it is
Step into my city then my niggas edge rush ya, no Chase Young, shawty that's the end
Forgive god for my sins
He know I'm been like Breaking Bad with the gas
How I trim to the stem, that's my kin
Now you gon steal from me
I call a hit, I'm the coach, you the field dummy
Catch you while it's still sunny
Just so you can see it coming, peel ya head like an onion cause you bugging
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Niggas is still in the driveway
Fuck corona, do it my way
I don't got time for
People who holding me up
I been working from Friday to Friday
Wrecking em like Miley Cyrus
Present then charge for the mileage
She said you treat me like I am side bitch
Had me come to grips that I am savage
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't know what shawty was thinking
She gon need that armor of God, everything in Ephesians
Can easily list a couple reasons that I never trusted a hoe, at the top is the thieving
Why my shit up in ya purse, when I let you stay here for the weekend
Shawty is tweaking, it ain't the season
Sending you back to your nephews and nieces
Bouta boot you out the paint, I got all my shooters on speed dial
I don't charge it to the game, And I'm really being frank,
Ya box felt like a used wheel, It ain't ever rolling straight
I would say it to ya face, but you ain't got a lot of time left
Take my belongings out ya safe, put ya money in the grave
This ain't a threat, I'm just telling you straight
My mans raiding yo place
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
I told you what it is
Step into my city then my niggas edge rush ya, no Chase Young, shawty that's the end
Forgive god for my sins
He know I'm been like Breaking Bad with the gas
How I trim to the stem, that's my kin
Now you gon steal from me
I call a hit, I'm the coach, you the field dummy
Catch you while it's still sunny
Just so you can see it coming, peel ya head like an onion cause you bugging
Don't make me call La Quica
I been smoking reefer with some sexy mamacitas
Wearing Gucci and adidas
Getting higher than the bleachers
Left me with some shit that won't hers
Now she blocked me from her social and her beeper
Only liked her for her features
Been around the block so I know just how to treat it
My mans will bag her up like he was working Harris Teeter
She must think I really need her, but don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
Don't make me call La Quica
La Quica La Quica
La Quica La Quica
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Writer(s): Miles Braxton
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