Quebec (Off the Bat)

How you a boss you sound like a fraud
Got ten grand waiting not at a loss
We from the trenches, I pray to my lord
Stop all that talkin', please put it in park
She gettin' mad cuz it's not what she want
It's either off white or Saint Laurent
Everything I do, I do for my dawgs
Want me to lose, but I still say I won

Yeah, yeah it's my season, fuck who your team is
Pussy the reason, get rid of my demons
Got war in my zone, we turnin' them legions
I told you we beefin', we comin' through squeezing
We ain't on that gang shit, but life gets scary quick
I take that thirty somebody,
All the blocks be jumpin they stuck in the trap, they hearin' the birdie be hummin

Thinkin' bout all the shit I did, all the fuckboys I had to meet
All the bitches that I hit, when I see them now, we don't speak
Thinkin' bout my future kids and how rich they gon' be
And I'm thinkin' bout my crib and how big it's gon' be, yeah

Got a bitch so fine, we be out in Quebec
She hop in the seat, we gon' fuck in the Vette
Why don't you tell me the real tell me why the reason he stay so pressed
I think I know why, I think it's cuz I just be lookin' my best
Give me a sign, tell me when to slide, I won't make a mess

How you a boss you sound like a fraud
Got ten grand waiting not at a loss
We from the trenches, I pray to my lord
Stop all that talkin', please put it in park
She gettin' mad cuz it's not what she want
It's either off white or Saint Laurent
Everything I do, I do for my dawgs
Want me to lose, but I still say I won

Yeah, yeah it's my season, fuck who your team is
Pussy the reason, get rid of my demons
Got war in my zone, we turnin' them legions
I told you we beefin', we comin' through squeezing

Thinkin' bout all the shit I did, all the fuckboys I had to meet
All the bitches that I hit, when I see them now, we don't speak
Thinkin' bout my future kids and how rich they gon' be
And I'm thinkin' bout my crib and how big it's gon' be, yeah



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Writer(s): Harsh S
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