quarterback
Gotta couple bitches at my crib
And I ain't there yet so they all waiting outside
Gotta lotta pop ups going bling
Cuz that bitch won't leave me alone on my Whatsapp
Every time I wear my chain
Every time a homie blings
They all asking who's that? Wallah what's that?
Homie lower your eyes
And mind your shit
While I'm rolling with your ho in a Maybach
P's on p's gotta have that green
I ain't talking cans
I got massive fees
Versace robe and Gucci feet
You don't see me move like Fiji p's
I flick my wrist like a barber switch
And I don't give a damn bout a bozo's bitch
I'm a pimp in Paris
It's got its merits
I bounce like tennis
Bahrami trick
Couldn't care less bout a showboat
I'm very much real like my wardrobe
Or like that bullet going straight for your skull
If I ever catch you on the wrong road
Spill you on me like Bordeaux
Trynna break out the hood like Pablo
They listening to me from LA - Toronto
I guess you could call me a cargo
Your bitch is my main like Gucci ooofff
Talk aout a groupie you
So many tingz I can expose
Explode dem man like I'm Kim Jung Un
They go down on me like jujitsu
Red dot on u like a hindu dude
Snipers in stripes
Aiming at you
Taliban ting when I'm making a move
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making
Oh my gawd
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Gotta couple little bitches
That'll take that jail time for me if I say so
Gotta couple young homies
That'll shoot on sight point blank in these streets if I lay low
Gotta lotta cops on my ass
Since I've been making too much noise in the bando
Never hid from an opp
Never hid from them
Man's in no motherfuckin camo
Save that hand I ain't shaking
Vro i'm a big rapper in the making
I'm on top of this shit like a royal flush
Walk in the room OG kush I'm smelling
Dressed all black this no New-Zealand
I got my lyrics from Inglewood
My flow from the west
And my beats from Atlanta
I still ace this game like I'm Tiger Woods
And I ain't there yet so they all waiting outside
Gotta lotta pop ups going bling
Cuz that bitch won't leave me alone on my Whatsapp
Every time I wear my chain
Every time a homie blings
They all asking who's that? Wallah what's that?
Homie lower your eyes
And mind your shit
While I'm rolling with your ho in a Maybach
P's on p's gotta have that green
I ain't talking cans
I got massive fees
Versace robe and Gucci feet
You don't see me move like Fiji p's
I flick my wrist like a barber switch
And I don't give a damn bout a bozo's bitch
I'm a pimp in Paris
It's got its merits
I bounce like tennis
Bahrami trick
Couldn't care less bout a showboat
I'm very much real like my wardrobe
Or like that bullet going straight for your skull
If I ever catch you on the wrong road
Spill you on me like Bordeaux
Trynna break out the hood like Pablo
They listening to me from LA - Toronto
I guess you could call me a cargo
Your bitch is my main like Gucci ooofff
Talk aout a groupie you
So many tingz I can expose
Explode dem man like I'm Kim Jung Un
They go down on me like jujitsu
Red dot on u like a hindu dude
Snipers in stripes
Aiming at you
Taliban ting when I'm making a move
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making
Oh my gawd
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
Moves like a quarterback
I'm making moves like a quarterback
Gotta couple little bitches
That'll take that jail time for me if I say so
Gotta couple young homies
That'll shoot on sight point blank in these streets if I lay low
Gotta lotta cops on my ass
Since I've been making too much noise in the bando
Never hid from an opp
Never hid from them
Man's in no motherfuckin camo
Save that hand I ain't shaking
Vro i'm a big rapper in the making
I'm on top of this shit like a royal flush
Walk in the room OG kush I'm smelling
Dressed all black this no New-Zealand
I got my lyrics from Inglewood
My flow from the west
And my beats from Atlanta
I still ace this game like I'm Tiger Woods
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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