F.A.N.M quinn (Ft. LXXIV)

[Verse 1: quinn]
Niggas talking out they neck, uh, that ain't no surprise
Pull up with that .9, shots fired, shots fired
Access Denied, bitch, that's the clique
Get on your knees or I'm upping this shit, ayy
Bitch, I'm that nigga, never been a ho
Smoke you like some gas pack, kickin' in your door
Never had to slide, pull up and you die
Take back what you said, and maybe we will save your life
And I'm still smoking trees (What?)
Fuck the nigga mean? I stay clean
Fuck around, I pop a nigga beam, off a bean
Get him trippy, havin' lucid dreams, I'm a fiend
For that money, bitch, I'm a fiend
Bitch, get back, uh
Fuck around, I shoot you in your back with the MAC, uh
Three shot, I make him step back, pull that trigger, uh
Fuck around, I kill all you niggas, seven figures, ayy
Shouts out to the nigga fucking with him
Hit my line, ayy, if you want a feat, hit my line
Bitch, be quiet, ayy, when cops come 'round, bitch, be quiet
Got that 9, ayy, leave a nigga family cryin', askin' "Why?" Ayy
When I pull up, I promise you gon' die
Bitch, I'm bound to catch a body
Leave him screaming for his mommy
Shoot this AR and this Tommy
That's another fucking hobby
Pull up, shooting eighty niggas
And I'm making eighty figures
Once I buy this Smith and Wesson
Get to splashin' on you niggas
Bitch, I told you not to teleport, what the fuck happened now?
And I always felt mad, but turn bricks into pounds
And you snitches get stitches, snatched up and they dead
If you fuck with my niggas, I'll pull up in your town, bitch