Quit This (Radio Edit)

Nigga, you want me to work overtime
Man, look, if you really think about it
Nigga can't make us do some shit we don't wanna do
For real, fuck this shit
I'm about to quit this shit
For real, I'm about to quit this shit

Man, manager talk like he a O-G, the problem is
He don't know me, coworkers talking shit
But be telling like they the police
Told me, you sold whole Ps, but really, you just a ho-G
You my work friend, boy, you ain't built to be my co-D
This vibe got my attention, she nasty and she gon' show me
Dropped dick off on her, now she telling people that she coat me
I'm really low-key, gave you some dick, you think you know me
Telling my business to the staff, done got you popping
Bitch, you owe me! A job could never hold me
I'm in a gym like Kobe, damn, that mandatory OT
And overworking, that's O-V
Management talking slick and he might get hit with a four-piece
You can't play me out my position, you gon' pay me what you owe me
I'm a big dog, I put up money, I'm really lit
I'm a six-figure, don't come for me about my shit
I'ma lick hitter, all of my hustles is too legit
Just wait till my taxes hit, and I promise I'm out this bitch

I'm about to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there
For real, I'm about to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there
Nah, Fuck it, I'm about to quit this shit

Naw, I'ma take two years off to clear my mind of this place
To clear my head, cause I ain't worried about the bread we straight
And if I need it, I can eat off my retirement plate
Tired of you hate, write me up, cause I'm five minutes late
Look, I work here cause it's convenient that I be off by the weekend
They call me on my days off, and I'm just tryna sleep in
I party on the weekend, the time I'm on this demon
When that liquor bottle open up, I'm diving in the deep end
This job is hella weak, I know I said once a week
I ain't gon' say it another week, I'm on break, I'm smokin' weed
I lost plenty fuckin' sleep, I ain't had time to see my freak
I get my baby once a week, and if I don't, her mama's weak
But I'm a big dog, I put up money, I'm really lit
I'm up six figures all off the music, I'm bout my shit
I'm really that nigga, and all of my hustles is too legit
Just wait till my taxes hit, and I promise I'm out this bitch

I'm bout to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there
For real, I'm bout to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there
Nah, fuck it, I'm bout to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there
For real, I'm bout to quit this shit
I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there
For real, I'm bout to quit this shit
Fuck you, fuck you too, damn
Man, fuck your weak ass, I'm about to quit this shit
Yeah, yeah, man, fuck it
I have to y'all ass tomorrow



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Writer(s): Roger Fox
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