Routine
Don't fuck with me yeah
I'll make you an edit
If you pull up on me yeah
You get shredded
Got bands got bands got bands
Plus drugs and good credit
I dip out they ain't know
Where I'm going or where im headed
I don't fuck with no damn opps woah
I'm on the road they ain't catching me
I'm in the hellcat right now
And I'm selling all the whitney
One thirty in the car pool lane right now
You know who I'm passing
That's you and your bitch tryna go get geeked with me off these shrooms
Woah, taking that dope that's her passion
I'm outside in that ashton
Yeah, whip of the week woah
I'm high and I crashed it
Paris week, fashion week woah
Yeah I'm bout fashion
If you pressin' up on me
Then you know I'm bout that action
I be so up on these perks woah
It ain't no addiction
I got all the opps they lying
Woah they whole life is just fiction
I got guns up in the whip like battlefield
Fuck a mission
I be killing all these opps
Ain't no one gonna miss em'
Yeah, phew
Ain't no one gonna miss em'
Wake up in the morning
And you know just how I'm living
I knew just what I needed to do in life
I was destined
Got the benz out front right now
And your bitch she gotta get in
And I'm popping all these mother
Fucking perks they ain't quitting
I gotta go and free all of my brothers
Out san quintín
I'm shooting all these opps woah
Like my first name quentin, let's go
I'll make you an edit
If you pull up on me yeah
You get shredded
Got bands got bands got bands
Plus drugs and good credit
I dip out they ain't know
Where I'm going or where im headed
I don't fuck with no damn opps woah
I'm on the road they ain't catching me
I'm in the hellcat right now
And I'm selling all the whitney
One thirty in the car pool lane right now
You know who I'm passing
That's you and your bitch tryna go get geeked with me off these shrooms
Woah, taking that dope that's her passion
I'm outside in that ashton
Yeah, whip of the week woah
I'm high and I crashed it
Paris week, fashion week woah
Yeah I'm bout fashion
If you pressin' up on me
Then you know I'm bout that action
I be so up on these perks woah
It ain't no addiction
I got all the opps they lying
Woah they whole life is just fiction
I got guns up in the whip like battlefield
Fuck a mission
I be killing all these opps
Ain't no one gonna miss em'
Yeah, phew
Ain't no one gonna miss em'
Wake up in the morning
And you know just how I'm living
I knew just what I needed to do in life
I was destined
Got the benz out front right now
And your bitch she gotta get in
And I'm popping all these mother
Fucking perks they ain't quitting
I gotta go and free all of my brothers
Out san quintín
I'm shooting all these opps woah
Like my first name quentin, let's go
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Writer(s): Prod Kj2turntt, Saint Peter
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