Your Honor Quin NFN

[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, I done ran through it and ran it, they can't, I ain't even remind 'em
Huh, provided the evidence, I got a glizzy, go out to Your Honor (Go out to Your Honor)
I got a reach in the hills with the guys, can't even much find 'em (Can't even much find 'em)
Huh, did it myself without nobody help, now they sayin' my time up (Time up)
Still pourin' these lines up (Up), thuggin', my mind out away (Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
No, she can't seem to make no time for us, so I can't ride with her
Might catch a vibe another day (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Huh, huh, these niggas wish they could live like mine, tell 'em sit right down
Ridin' through the city and I got a blick in my ride, don't know how I'm feelin' inside, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Shouldn't even picked the bitch from the club last night, gotta kick her out my house, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy was way too good, hit the bitch last week and she still on my mind, yeah
Huh, I fill the club with shooters (Shooters)
Don't let us walk in your party (Walk in your party)
Huh, I walk around with a G-Lock, I fell in love with my 40 (Fell in love with my 40)
Really on point like a Sharpie, I found a Barbie, hit the room, I got her horny
All of these rap niggas corny
Goin' against us, he gon' need a new army, yeah
We'll make a heart stop, bought too many foreigns, gon' need a car lot (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a coupe that got a hard top (Yeah, yeah)
Been in the streets, feel like a hard knock (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas cappin', I can bring 'em through the gates, but I'ma probably leave the door locked (Yeah, yeah)
Conversatin' with opps and doctors, durin' the state, they tryna see a nigga on top (Yeah, yeah)
And I got some partners that's gone on the road for a bit, he was out in the streets tryna blitz (Grrt)
These niggas carry him up, last nigga played in the club, he no longer exist (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Signin' the deal got the kid feelin' rich
Bro bangin' blue, he like Lilo & Stitch (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
ARP on me, it came with a kit
Keep makin' songs, we gon' keep sendin' hits (Bitch)