QuikkSilver
Marijuana it's sticky
We smoking a blicky
Niggas talking that shit and go missing
He a rat telling Mickey call him a Minnie
Big rat and he telling 69
If you do that crime do that time
On my grind all bullshit aside inspired this music be helping my mind
Up all night
Get left get right
Turn the lights off
No lights I still shine
Get mine I'ma get mine
I got it up in no time flies when you love doing your day job
AP no G shock we rock
Rick Ross big boss in my Reebok's
Stash house put the money in the stash house
Got these niggas mad cause I'm finna cash out
I'm speaking southern this the sound of the south
I'm dripping so she put the dick in her mouth
I beat that bitch out then kick that bitch out
Cause I don't give that lil hoe clout
I ain't hearing what she saying out her mouth
Triple D town we gone get down with the get down
Back back I'ma big slime call me big time
Prime time broad day with the gang signs
No fly zone don't cry these nigga not fly no lie
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
Riding round with the glock and the pistol
Fuck nigga wanna play I won't miss you
Send shots I don't really like dissing
Can't spill my oil like a engine
I'm breaking these record like guinness
Call the plug and he give me some shipments
Hit my phone and he tell me to send it
Give a fuck no friends this business
You a bitch you dap with the left hand
Give a fuck about you and yo dead friends
When I trap everyday with them F-Ns
And you beefing with us we like loose ends
And we come in yo house like we moving in
When I'm fucking these bitches just by the twin
Selling all of these drugs I done did again
And we spin on yo block and hit it again
And I gave him the plan so he can win
I'm hot as fuck and I'm sizzling
Hit my phone and they tell me to send it
Give a fuck bout no friends this business
Everyday we getting lit I pop I X when I get me feelings
Everyday we getting lit I pop I X when I get me feelings
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
We smoking a blicky
Niggas talking that shit and go missing
He a rat telling Mickey call him a Minnie
Big rat and he telling 69
If you do that crime do that time
On my grind all bullshit aside inspired this music be helping my mind
Up all night
Get left get right
Turn the lights off
No lights I still shine
Get mine I'ma get mine
I got it up in no time flies when you love doing your day job
AP no G shock we rock
Rick Ross big boss in my Reebok's
Stash house put the money in the stash house
Got these niggas mad cause I'm finna cash out
I'm speaking southern this the sound of the south
I'm dripping so she put the dick in her mouth
I beat that bitch out then kick that bitch out
Cause I don't give that lil hoe clout
I ain't hearing what she saying out her mouth
Triple D town we gone get down with the get down
Back back I'ma big slime call me big time
Prime time broad day with the gang signs
No fly zone don't cry these nigga not fly no lie
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
Riding round with the glock and the pistol
Fuck nigga wanna play I won't miss you
Send shots I don't really like dissing
Can't spill my oil like a engine
I'm breaking these record like guinness
Call the plug and he give me some shipments
Hit my phone and he tell me to send it
Give a fuck no friends this business
You a bitch you dap with the left hand
Give a fuck about you and yo dead friends
When I trap everyday with them F-Ns
And you beefing with us we like loose ends
And we come in yo house like we moving in
When I'm fucking these bitches just by the twin
Selling all of these drugs I done did again
And we spin on yo block and hit it again
And I gave him the plan so he can win
I'm hot as fuck and I'm sizzling
Hit my phone and they tell me to send it
Give a fuck bout no friends this business
Everyday we getting lit I pop I X when I get me feelings
Everyday we getting lit I pop I X when I get me feelings
You can die today
You can D I E
You can Rest In Peace
No street love for a G
You gone sink nigga if you don't eat
Wake up and the process repeat
They can't keep up I got quick feet
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Black, Collin Brown
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