[Intro: Quez2rr & Various Reporters]
Investigators are still searching for the suspects from last night's double shooting–
Everybody keep askin' "Who is Quez? Who is [?] Quez2rr?"
Who is-who is Mr. [?]? Who is it, is that his name?
Multiple homicides remain unsolved–
Who is Quez what's-his-name?
Two deadly shootings overnight–
Who is Quez? Fuck is you 2rr boys?
Shortly after the sound of gunshots–
Fuck does he look like? [?], nigga
[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Yeah (Where you from?)
Ayy, that Southside
Pop out on a nigga, crack yo' top and leave yo' mouth wide
He steppin' wit' that new shit on his feet, pussy, that's my size
Tryna' wild out, these magic, hit his ass, make his ass fly high
(H-h-how you private?) I go big, bitch
Mask up wit' that [?] ready and walk down on 'em wit' that fat shit
Heard you been tryna' chill, Mr. [?], nigga ready to go smack shit
Dissin' on my brother name, I'ma send Lil' X to come and straight hat shit
I love pounds, Glocks, and pussy, boy
Get smacked doin' all that lookin', boy
Dawg outside, still on the block, still smokin' Quan, you could come and look for us
I love [?], but these big shit let off flames, it'll flip a MARTA bus
And that's it, me and big 90 ass out there, [?] nigga ain't have heart wit' us
There's still a feeling, Dr. Sebi, I ain't get geeked up, I be trillin'
I fuck wit' bros to go see 30, but I feel right throwin' up them bills
It's a sit down, partna' don't bring yo' friends in here, they hit they knees
[?], we bang for P's, yeah
Investigators are still searching for the suspects from last night's double shooting–
Everybody keep askin' "Who is Quez? Who is [?] Quez2rr?"
Who is-who is Mr. [?]? Who is it, is that his name?
Multiple homicides remain unsolved–
Who is Quez what's-his-name?
Two deadly shootings overnight–
Who is Quez? Fuck is you 2rr boys?
Shortly after the sound of gunshots–
Fuck does he look like? [?], nigga
[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Yeah (Where you from?)
Ayy, that Southside
Pop out on a nigga, crack yo' top and leave yo' mouth wide
He steppin' wit' that new shit on his feet, pussy, that's my size
Tryna' wild out, these magic, hit his ass, make his ass fly high
(H-h-how you private?) I go big, bitch
Mask up wit' that [?] ready and walk down on 'em wit' that fat shit
Heard you been tryna' chill, Mr. [?], nigga ready to go smack shit
Dissin' on my brother name, I'ma send Lil' X to come and straight hat shit
I love pounds, Glocks, and pussy, boy
Get smacked doin' all that lookin', boy
Dawg outside, still on the block, still smokin' Quan, you could come and look for us
I love [?], but these big shit let off flames, it'll flip a MARTA bus
And that's it, me and big 90 ass out there, [?] nigga ain't have heart wit' us
There's still a feeling, Dr. Sebi, I ain't get geeked up, I be trillin'
I fuck wit' bros to go see 30, but I feel right throwin' up them bills
It's a sit down, partna' don't bring yo' friends in here, they hit they knees
[?], we bang for P's, yeah
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