HQ or Nothing (feat. Cheat'em Got Bars & Tra' Holiday)
It's High Quality or nothing
Stay on business for God be my witness
I'm in it to win it
Moving weight Planet Fitness
She saying I'm timid
I won't let her hit it
Look baby I'm stacking my digits
200 On wrist make the
Saga complete
On a smokers retreat
I'm turned up I'm geeked
White bitches kissing my feet
Put the skeet on her cheek
Bout to be running the streets
When we get there we playing for keeps
When we get there we playing for keeps
Pound put this joint on repeat
Hootie be feeding the streets
Tina pulled up in the jeep
1007 Cause niggas is sleep
Whoo Haa stay with the bad hoes
And I bust em off rhymes not the cash flow
Make her come late night no Mash tho
Bout that green and the pussy Hulk smash those
And the beats be the same
Shellz be the name ApG be the gang
Like the tip of the flame
My shit is so hot
They chasing the fame
Trying to fating my knot
Can believe it or not
I'm all the way up
Think he better than Hootie
I'm calling all bluffs
I'm rolling a leaf and
3 Grams got it stuffed
I'm loving my life and I can't get enough
Cheatm Got Bars
Its high quality or nothing
That aint even a discussion
Cheatm on the beat I put
The heat on the percussion
These niggas bluffin
I believe in the ruckus
Homie try me if you want to
You going leave with concussions
I can easily crush em
Trying ease of the leaves and
The weed that I'm be puffing
When I speak I'm a leak
Giving me to the public
My team call on me when they needing
A bucket
Pardon thee Interruption
Chick in the whip and we sharing the dubbie
She fixing my hand on her booty
Get to the crib and then we make a movie
Excuse me
I get to the bag like American Beauty
Holla at Hootie like yo I'm with Tra
I'm like yo what's the play
Tank full and I'm paid
Got potent to blaze it stank up the room
When I open the case
Sheesh
Mostly only seen with my day ones
Seem like niggas wanna stay dumb
City full of shooters ain't talking ATL
But niggas here learn to hold the Trey Young
Cheatm Got Bars talking A1
I'm here now
Look at all the rappers ready run
Straight up fire when I kick it
Talking Phae Long
You thought I was gone
And you was way wrong
I don't fear shit
I been through it all
Ball never bounce my way like a squib kick
Big weight on my shoulders like a dead lift
Get your head split when that gear shift
Drinking on the Henny till the pain stop
I don't play about my money like Kane pop
Leave a nigga underground like Bain block
Trust me homie me and you not the same ock
Got bars
Woop
Told me this shit was High Quality or nothing nigga
Tra got bars like my last name Cheatm
Got hands too but I really don't need them
Wrap so tight they don't really wanna fight
Nigga wrap so tight I ain't even have to write
Giving out gifts like that shit free
Blood in my veins like that's just me
Talking bout Scheme nigga that's OG
What I'm doing with my hands nigga
Them big B's
Step out the booth just
To reup on the liquor
Henny on my mind
Make me think a little quicker
Long as I'm around all my
Niggas in the picture
When the vibes going round
Now I feel a little sicker
Ray say Nigga nigga don't be dumb
Tra in the bitch and I need plus one
Got two hands don't need no gun
But i told you that when i first begun
Money on my mind like MOB
Keep my shit clean like OCD
Fuck with me then I need ID
I'm fab like Chi Ali
Real rap never lied
I be down for the bros
Squad go hard like Gi Joe
Real recognize real and you already know
ApG and we putting on a show
Wooop
Stay on business for God be my witness
I'm in it to win it
Moving weight Planet Fitness
She saying I'm timid
I won't let her hit it
Look baby I'm stacking my digits
200 On wrist make the
Saga complete
On a smokers retreat
I'm turned up I'm geeked
White bitches kissing my feet
Put the skeet on her cheek
Bout to be running the streets
When we get there we playing for keeps
When we get there we playing for keeps
Pound put this joint on repeat
Hootie be feeding the streets
Tina pulled up in the jeep
1007 Cause niggas is sleep
Whoo Haa stay with the bad hoes
And I bust em off rhymes not the cash flow
Make her come late night no Mash tho
Bout that green and the pussy Hulk smash those
And the beats be the same
Shellz be the name ApG be the gang
Like the tip of the flame
My shit is so hot
They chasing the fame
Trying to fating my knot
Can believe it or not
I'm all the way up
Think he better than Hootie
I'm calling all bluffs
I'm rolling a leaf and
3 Grams got it stuffed
I'm loving my life and I can't get enough
Cheatm Got Bars
Its high quality or nothing
That aint even a discussion
Cheatm on the beat I put
The heat on the percussion
These niggas bluffin
I believe in the ruckus
Homie try me if you want to
You going leave with concussions
I can easily crush em
Trying ease of the leaves and
The weed that I'm be puffing
When I speak I'm a leak
Giving me to the public
My team call on me when they needing
A bucket
Pardon thee Interruption
Chick in the whip and we sharing the dubbie
She fixing my hand on her booty
Get to the crib and then we make a movie
Excuse me
I get to the bag like American Beauty
Holla at Hootie like yo I'm with Tra
I'm like yo what's the play
Tank full and I'm paid
Got potent to blaze it stank up the room
When I open the case
Sheesh
Mostly only seen with my day ones
Seem like niggas wanna stay dumb
City full of shooters ain't talking ATL
But niggas here learn to hold the Trey Young
Cheatm Got Bars talking A1
I'm here now
Look at all the rappers ready run
Straight up fire when I kick it
Talking Phae Long
You thought I was gone
And you was way wrong
I don't fear shit
I been through it all
Ball never bounce my way like a squib kick
Big weight on my shoulders like a dead lift
Get your head split when that gear shift
Drinking on the Henny till the pain stop
I don't play about my money like Kane pop
Leave a nigga underground like Bain block
Trust me homie me and you not the same ock
Got bars
Woop
Told me this shit was High Quality or nothing nigga
Tra got bars like my last name Cheatm
Got hands too but I really don't need them
Wrap so tight they don't really wanna fight
Nigga wrap so tight I ain't even have to write
Giving out gifts like that shit free
Blood in my veins like that's just me
Talking bout Scheme nigga that's OG
What I'm doing with my hands nigga
Them big B's
Step out the booth just
To reup on the liquor
Henny on my mind
Make me think a little quicker
Long as I'm around all my
Niggas in the picture
When the vibes going round
Now I feel a little sicker
Ray say Nigga nigga don't be dumb
Tra in the bitch and I need plus one
Got two hands don't need no gun
But i told you that when i first begun
Money on my mind like MOB
Keep my shit clean like OCD
Fuck with me then I need ID
I'm fab like Chi Ali
Real rap never lied
I be down for the bros
Squad go hard like Gi Joe
Real recognize real and you already know
ApG and we putting on a show
Wooop
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Writer(s): Shelton Smith
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