Give It Back Quin NFN

[ad libs]
Ayy, bow bow bow bow
Grrah, hold on
Pop pop pop pop
Ayy ayy ayy ayy

[Chorus]
Roll it up bitch what you want i'm tryna smoke sum'
Needless she a freak i told her skeet and she gon' stroke sum'
Lotta niggas tweaking think we beefing he ain't know nun'
Just me and like four hoes up in the 4 at like 4 sum'
We gon' get them all them popping sounds come from that tank
I ain't never really pop no adderall i'm sipping drank
Steady making cash i'm singing satellites i'm Kevin gates
Used to have no food up on the table now i'm eating steak
Imma run them racks up go to the hood and give it back
I just ran up 30 racks take some of that to get him wacked (bow bow)
Seen a lot of niggas capping they ain't really rocking that
A couple bitches got attached we had to leave them in the back

[verse 1]

Niggas think i'm falling off i'm falling on you niggas sleep
He get clapped up for just reaching pop that bitch up without reason
All these killers wearing all black ain't never been seen
Got a stick like a base ball bat we hopping out and swinging
Me and 52 be clutching on this pole we offer teaching
Like a ghost up in this bitch we snatch his soul we really feinding
You think my pockets is on rock less look how i'm pulling up and flexing
You ain't never got no cheddar or velveeta you playing
Try that running up we going back to back no we ain't having that
No littering no tossing that i'm where the cabbage at
You not going blow so why you flashing that like where my savage at
Sending bowls like where the package at we be wrapping that
I can't leave the house without my baby nina she a diva
We going let it off, we know to set it off like queen latifah
I ain't even tricking shit just tryna kick it like some fifa
I'm a goner cause i smoke more marijuana that khalifah