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Told Q “get the chicken I'ma get the fire right”
Need bills for these bills piling
Cheap thrills for the will power stoned pyrite by night
The reel got real crimes real highlights
Unagi eel bougie hottie view from my pavillion
The soup complex young Bobby Brown meets Bobby Seale
This fake rasta in the crescent tried to clock my ill-ness
Rather have his wig blown than suppress the glockenspiels
Death tolls from the look alone you know this Book of Job
Chest swole from the hookah bowl full Boosie fro
Squared away even lookie-loos know it’s soon to blow
In the photo drip soaked like he won the Super Bowl
Hashtag hash dose like a Tootsie Roll
Never had a mask they just mad that the music make 'em lose control
Beautiful stroll on a grassy knoll
Take the last drag then he try and get a grasp on what the future holds
Don’t be scared nigga take a shot make 'em drop
Static from the ops make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Born to be the top make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Bring 'em to they knees make ‘em drop, make ‘em drop
Don’t be scared nigga take a shot, make 'em drop
Static from the ops make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Born to be the top make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Bring 'em to they knees make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Bring 'em to they knees make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Built it for the fam like Sedonas
Mm each bar hand picked like I’m trick or treating
Make him hard to replace like T'challa passed
Put both feet up on these beaches like Corona ads
What he gone do next yeah I know you asking
Flows better cause I knows better like rhinoplasty
Dirt ball went from ashy to kinda ashy
Rock designer like pajamas mar he wanna passing
In a black Miata Guantanamera blasting
I’m the reason why ya son and his daughter rapping
Fuck if it’s gotta be it’s gotta be this gotta happen
Pen and pockets in monogamy they cute together
God broke the mold and the code when he put Q together
It’s new fit flavored toothpick weather
Every year we bout to flood 'em need a scuba get up
The gatekeepers might need to get they Hoover set up
Don’t be scared nigga take a shot, make 'em drop
Static from the ops make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Born to be the top make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Bring 'em to they knees make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Don’t be scared nigga take a shot, make 'em drop
From the top make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Came to the lot make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Born to be the top make 'em drop, make 'em drop
Bring 'em to they knees make 'em drop, make 'em drop
WRITERS
Keith Cherry, Gavin Christopher Tennille
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
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