QB

(Umm, There's a lot of things that artists look for in the music industry
And my only question for you Nameless is in music, what do you want?)
I want the racks, cheques, stacks make my daddy proud of me
I want the matte black benz make the police follow me
She give me head, sex, yes how she give apologies
I just relax, a nigga blessed this shit is in my arteries
I feel like Bully (Bulllyyy)
Am cooking on these hits like ratatouille
It's a movie nigga
M A double Z I aint a goofy nigga
Go
Keep em in the row
I ain't bout to knock on anybody door
Double my two's
Make shit four
Call my nigga Xan
Put him on the phone
We got a hit
Ahhhhhhhhh

(Ey yoh MEK)
(Come and tell this niggas whatchu want from this shit)
(Come and tell this niggas whatchu want)
Let this niggas know my boy
(Come and tell this niggas)
(This niggas asked us a question so, what do you want)

Who me? (Am that psycho)
I want kicks
I want drip
I want cheese (Hooo hiii)
Hit my lick
Bring my tings
Badman pleaseee (Badman please)
Mekoo and Bully we killing this shit north to the east
No L's catch wins
(Ehhh yahhh)
Ey be seeing demons
Effective gang on go
Move like Gru nigga and minions
How you pay hundreds for a show, i want millions
Matter of fact want billions
Psycho mode, no obedience
(Tsha tsha tsha tsha tsha tsha tuuu!)
Today is friday
In California
Huh?
Shoot!



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Writer(s): Kutlo Gabaratiwe
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