[Intro: Quin NFN]
Ain’t none but some shooters on my team
In the club with all my guys, I put my bitch in all Celine
Yeah, this Northface is like Gucci what it seem
They be knowing we wildin' out I kinda feel like Chico Bean
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Go to work, I lowkey feel like Vert, I’m strapped down with the Uzi (Graah)
She a groupie throwing Quin that coochie just to go meet 2z (Quin)
Quick to dance with this new glick inside my hand I’m getting groovy (Haa!)
From the slums but I walked in the club with Moncler on the Gucci (I’m fly)
Tryna box but we ain’t in to boxing get shot with no options
Off the lot not from an auction, paint the whip red, Dennis Rodman
Catch a vibe, do what I say, no Simon, filled the neck with diamonds (Diamonds)
They gon' book us Cartier be blinding I can’t tell the time
And my lil' cougar hoe just need for sex, but I just need some neck (Noggin’)
Clutchin Rugers since he like computers let him see this Tec
Find his house, we start cappin’ out don’t need no GPS (Come here !)
Fuck a beam we comin’ snatch your kid like we the CPS (Damn)
You a rat so we can’t beef for nothing I can’t do a thing (At all)
Niggas sleep on me they had a dream like they Martin Luther King (Wake up!)
I be sittin' back making movies with the team tryna get cream (Bitch)
Come and spin his block, lil' bro gon’ leave it hot like Listerine
Let em play tho they might not see tomorrow but we gon spin today tho
This potato bound to hit his top then we gon’ dip like Queso
Baby Draco and this Glock they go together, cheese & mayo (Damn)
Know the gang don’t need no payroll they gon’ smoke you when I say so (Smoke you when I say so)
Ain’t none but some shooters on my team
In the club with all my guys, I put my bitch in all Celine
Yeah, this Northface is like Gucci what it seem
They be knowing we wildin' out I kinda feel like Chico Bean
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Go to work, I lowkey feel like Vert, I’m strapped down with the Uzi (Graah)
She a groupie throwing Quin that coochie just to go meet 2z (Quin)
Quick to dance with this new glick inside my hand I’m getting groovy (Haa!)
From the slums but I walked in the club with Moncler on the Gucci (I’m fly)
Tryna box but we ain’t in to boxing get shot with no options
Off the lot not from an auction, paint the whip red, Dennis Rodman
Catch a vibe, do what I say, no Simon, filled the neck with diamonds (Diamonds)
They gon' book us Cartier be blinding I can’t tell the time
And my lil' cougar hoe just need for sex, but I just need some neck (Noggin’)
Clutchin Rugers since he like computers let him see this Tec
Find his house, we start cappin’ out don’t need no GPS (Come here !)
Fuck a beam we comin’ snatch your kid like we the CPS (Damn)
You a rat so we can’t beef for nothing I can’t do a thing (At all)
Niggas sleep on me they had a dream like they Martin Luther King (Wake up!)
I be sittin' back making movies with the team tryna get cream (Bitch)
Come and spin his block, lil' bro gon’ leave it hot like Listerine
Let em play tho they might not see tomorrow but we gon spin today tho
This potato bound to hit his top then we gon’ dip like Queso
Baby Draco and this Glock they go together, cheese & mayo (Damn)
Know the gang don’t need no payroll they gon’ smoke you when I say so (Smoke you when I say so)
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