Quality Time
I keep a Glock in my tote
Don't got my strap then I'm cutting your throat
All of my pockets on fat
I had the presidents 'fore I could vote
I don't be fuckin' with niggas
They think I'm a game
They think it's a joke
You wanna play with somebody
Come play with this 40
I'll aim at your nose
My shooter off of that molly
He pull up and brrrrt all over my foes
Yeah, I got bitches on bitches
I might just go fuck me a model from Vogue
Don't give a damn about the bitch
Once I hit it, I drop her, ain't taking her home
She keep on askin' for quality time
I told the bitch leave me alone
She keep on askin' for quality time
But I don't got time for a hoe
Servin' the dope out the coupe
New whip same color Columbian coke
I went and got me a bag
Ain't goin' out sad, you lil niggas broke
Little Murc got the piece hooked
We finna run this shit up on the bros
I put my dick in your crush
You on her Onlyfans lookin at toes
She get to toppin' the gang
After we finish, we lettin' her go
You wanna run up on gang
Like a bad bitch, the chop finna blow
Don't eat my veggies, still countin' the cabbage
You already know
Yeah, my niggas up in your spot
You think you somebody, really, you not
My niggas run up with sticks the bitch
We makin' you give up everything you got
Hold on, pass me the blunt, lil' bro
Light up and burnin' a motherfuckin' opp
You niggas worried 'bout pussy
My eyes on the bag
Bitch, I came for the guap
Whippin' the motherfuckin' vert
Got lil Murc in the passenger grippin the yop
I feel like Carti,
I feel like Carti,
I hide the lil' bitch in my sock
Young nigga, you know I'm ballin'
I score every time they give me the rock
Grew up, was playin' with Legos
Now my lil' nigga stay on the block
I keep a Glock in my tote
Don't got my strap then I'm cutting your throat
All of my pockets on fat
I had the presidents 'fore I could vote
I don't be fuckin' with niggas
They think I'm a game
They think it's a joke
You wanna play with somebody
Come play with this 40
I'll aim at your nose
My shooter off of that molly
He pull up and brrrrt all over my foes
Yeah, I got bitches on bitches
I might just go fuck me a model from Vogue
Don't give a damn about the bitch
Once I hit it, I drop her, ain't taking her home
She keep on askin' for quality time
I told the bitch leave me alone
Don't got my strap then I'm cutting your throat
All of my pockets on fat
I had the presidents 'fore I could vote
I don't be fuckin' with niggas
They think I'm a game
They think it's a joke
You wanna play with somebody
Come play with this 40
I'll aim at your nose
My shooter off of that molly
He pull up and brrrrt all over my foes
Yeah, I got bitches on bitches
I might just go fuck me a model from Vogue
Don't give a damn about the bitch
Once I hit it, I drop her, ain't taking her home
She keep on askin' for quality time
I told the bitch leave me alone
She keep on askin' for quality time
But I don't got time for a hoe
Servin' the dope out the coupe
New whip same color Columbian coke
I went and got me a bag
Ain't goin' out sad, you lil niggas broke
Little Murc got the piece hooked
We finna run this shit up on the bros
I put my dick in your crush
You on her Onlyfans lookin at toes
She get to toppin' the gang
After we finish, we lettin' her go
You wanna run up on gang
Like a bad bitch, the chop finna blow
Don't eat my veggies, still countin' the cabbage
You already know
Yeah, my niggas up in your spot
You think you somebody, really, you not
My niggas run up with sticks the bitch
We makin' you give up everything you got
Hold on, pass me the blunt, lil' bro
Light up and burnin' a motherfuckin' opp
You niggas worried 'bout pussy
My eyes on the bag
Bitch, I came for the guap
Whippin' the motherfuckin' vert
Got lil Murc in the passenger grippin the yop
I feel like Carti,
I feel like Carti,
I hide the lil' bitch in my sock
Young nigga, you know I'm ballin'
I score every time they give me the rock
Grew up, was playin' with Legos
Now my lil' nigga stay on the block
I keep a Glock in my tote
Don't got my strap then I'm cutting your throat
All of my pockets on fat
I had the presidents 'fore I could vote
I don't be fuckin' with niggas
They think I'm a game
They think it's a joke
You wanna play with somebody
Come play with this 40
I'll aim at your nose
My shooter off of that molly
He pull up and brrrrt all over my foes
Yeah, I got bitches on bitches
I might just go fuck me a model from Vogue
Don't give a damn about the bitch
Once I hit it, I drop her, ain't taking her home
She keep on askin' for quality time
I told the bitch leave me alone
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Writer(s): Saadiq Horton
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