Ekan
I'm up in Notre Dame smokin' on this green Guam
Bullets came same size as a nigga thumb
I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come
I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump
Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump
And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump
I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch
And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched
Gang members everywhere, is what they go report
And we ain't even in no colors, they just come support
I got sticks at the resort, I took a Glock with me to court
And I ain't even in no beef, I'm just out of sorts
The world got me fucked up, I tried to be a sport
I was down bad, asking Satan for a short
I'm smokin' up my own blunts, this one be the fourth
I think I'm gang, orca, I'm in Mordor with the orcs
You hobbit-ass niggas, runnin' from this pitchfork
You coward-ass bitches hid the truth from the reports
But, bitch, it's all good, I'm still selling out the fort
I'm goin' back on tour, I ain't goin' back-and-forth
Bitch
I'm up in Notre Dame smokin' on this green Guam
Bullets, came same size as a nigga thumb
I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come
I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump
Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump
And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump
I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch
And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched
Quintin
Bullets came same size as a nigga thumb
I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come
I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump
Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump
And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump
I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch
And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched
Gang members everywhere, is what they go report
And we ain't even in no colors, they just come support
I got sticks at the resort, I took a Glock with me to court
And I ain't even in no beef, I'm just out of sorts
The world got me fucked up, I tried to be a sport
I was down bad, asking Satan for a short
I'm smokin' up my own blunts, this one be the fourth
I think I'm gang, orca, I'm in Mordor with the orcs
You hobbit-ass niggas, runnin' from this pitchfork
You coward-ass bitches hid the truth from the reports
But, bitch, it's all good, I'm still selling out the fort
I'm goin' back on tour, I ain't goin' back-and-forth
Bitch
I'm up in Notre Dame smokin' on this green Guam
Bullets, came same size as a nigga thumb
I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come
I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump
Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump
And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump
I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch
And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched
Quintin
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Writer(s): Quintin Lamb, Xavier Beard
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