Double or Nothing

Man you can put me right in this mf bruh

A lot of the time I'm spending my time constantly worrying guessing
Get offa yo ass and get you a bag is what I keep stressing
To Me and my niggas that's QT Tha Label
The prophet
Quentopholus got it
From morning to noon to night
The grind never stop just hit auto pilot
Flowing
Yea and I keep going
Young nigga make you some bucks
More upper than cuts
I'm raising the bar and leaving it stuck
I just be pissed off
I don't got time its looking dismal
You getting picked off
Reliving the pain pass me a menthol
Really some gas I take me a drag It's hitting like baseball
Killin designer
We slaves to the Louie fendi prada the flavor
I'm hoping you understand but if you broke
Damn that's some I that I can't understand
Y'all niggas is trash can Rubbermaid bags smelling like gas cans
Flawless precision the target
The master at hand I make a big smash
Never been rich man but I guarantee I got a new plan
Riding through tunnels to practice my vision
Proceed to the plan you stalling and trippin
We never met she saying she miss me
Sucked out my soul with no intermission

At lot of the time I'm spending my time failing and learning my lessons
No need to retreat
I come in peace
People I just need your attention
Label be dropping shit on ya head
Got you some bread better keep some lead
Healing or killing we need the meds
Do what you do and what you said

At lot of the time I'm spending my time failing and learning my lessons
No need to retreat
I come in peace
People I just need your attention
Label be dropping shit on ya head
Got you some bread better keep some lead
Healing or killing we need the meds
Do what you do and what you said

Double or Nothing I triple up
Henny and Jack in my double cup
Steaming the kush while I'm rollin up
Champions never gave a fuck

Double or Nothing I triple up
Henny and Jack in my double cup
Steaming the kush while I'm rollin up
Champions never gave a fuck

Stuntin like Quavo
Got bitches they coming
They smell all the hundreds
Was bummy now bougie
They go the club and they act like they run it
Fuck I need someone humble
My life was a cookie
I watched it all crumble
Big mama used to keep me from trouble
Nowadays I'm fucking bitches no rubber
Middle finger to them other guys
Sauced up let my wings fly
You won't understand the tribulations set before you unless you got a goal in mind
Watch chains I got gold on mine
Punched in the clock overtime
Hoes love when I slide
Slide in cause a homicide
Beat the case nigga just in time
Too lit need a step line
She heard my game through the grapevine
Mixed feelings like lemon lime
She said
Nigga u trippin not one of these bitches I hit for the last time
The minute I hit it I'm snatching her soul
Grab it seal it
Put it right by my bedside
I'm dippin
Always on a Mullah mission
Yea keep it clandestine
I had to check
Been at it for days
Need to set me a bedtime
Getting no sleep on the sofa
Dreaming bout dropping these cold cuts
Deliciously thick
Thinking bout your hourglass then I had woke up
The timing is right for direction
Give a fuck about bottles and sections
I'm rapping like these my confessions
Never will cap off the limit
I'm doing this shit for my children
I cleared up the week for the business
I'm writing this deal at the minute
I have to hit you when I'm finished

A lot of the times I'm spending my time repping the family every day
If u my nigga then let it remain but fuck what yo post say
Fuck it I'm prolly the realest
Clubbing and ballin tremendous
Lil bitch I never front
We get in the back of the Bentley

A lot of the times I'm spending my time repping the family every day
If u my nigga then let it remain but fuck what yo post say
Fuck it I'm prolly the realest
Clubbing and ballin tremendous
Lil bitch I never front
We get in the back of the Bentley

QT Tha Label got cash on the table at all times

At all times



Credits
Writer(s): Dante Rowan, Qt Tha Label
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