BIH NY EZ Quez2rr (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

[Intro: Quez2rr]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, run, nigga
Psh
Uh, uh, uh, run, nigga

[Chorus: Quez2rr]
I can't trust a bitch, nine times outta' ten, she let me brother hit
We stand on bih-ny-ez, we get that drop and let that cutter spit
Ayy, I pay for a weave and pay for cheeks, watch, you gon' fuck the bitch
And that pussy got some squeeze, or maybe it's just how that rubber fit
Ayy bitch, I'm jammin' shit, myself in here
This on Z5 soul, I'm really gon' clap shit 'till I'm in the clear
This ain't Looney Tunes, we ain't huntin' for rabbits, really smackin'
February 16th, we the ones that flipped that Acura
Yeah, you hear me?

[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Bitch, I'm psychin' out wit' no designer, I step on shit wit' Jordan's on
We spinnin' shit and lеave it messy, lookin' like a hoardеr home
Tell her come in this bitch butt-ass naked every time my whore get home
He DOA, no toleration, go on drill, don't take yo' phone
Don't take yo' phone but take a stick
Take a Glock or take a switch
That fat ass hoe can't take a pic
He hate the gang, we take yo' bitch
He hate the P, we took yo' hoe
Ayy, he fucked that bitch, feel like I'm Drogo
We snatchin' hats, you better know
We smackin' shit, he crack a four