Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Bro you not up on they ass I don't think they hearing me
I can't hang around no [?] that don't match my energy
You weren't here them long nights nigga fuck you thought it was
And I'm hotter than a pepper I'm gon step [?]
Picture me and bro 200 shots off in the car don't think it's sweet
Still got that finesse in me, I'll trick your ass right off your feet
Wе don't shoot in houses when I hit I wanna hear you
All my lifе I told myself that I don't think a nigga real
Coming where I'm from you gotta step cause they'll kill you
You gotta ride bout it (Aye)
You got to stay sly about it
Pull up in that SRT, what's that, that's a wide body
Bitch I'll make it out the trap before I sell my soul for profit
(Aye, Aye)
We flexing hard they want me to stop it huh
I got the hatters watching with binoculars
Soldier like to stunt, bitch ain't nothing stopping us
Bitch we want the ring don't give no fucks about being popular
Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Bro you not up on they ass I don't think they hearing me
I can't hang around no [?] that don't match my energy
You weren't here them long nights nigga fuck you thought it was
And I'm hotter than a pepper I'm gon step [?]
Picture me and bro 200 shots off in the car don't think it's sweet
Still got that finesse in me, I'll trick your ass right off your feet
Wе don't shoot in houses when I hit I wanna hear you
All my lifе I told myself that I don't think a nigga real
Coming where I'm from you gotta step cause they'll kill you
You gotta ride bout it (Aye)
You got to stay sly about it
Pull up in that SRT, what's that, that's a wide body
Bitch I'll make it out the trap before I sell my soul for profit
(Aye, Aye)
We flexing hard they want me to stop it huh
I got the hatters watching with binoculars
Soldier like to stunt, bitch ain't nothing stopping us
Bitch we want the ring don't give no fucks about being popular
Come and get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
Get a quarter pound half a pound whole pound aye
Turkey bag showed em haters smell it, hit your face
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