[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
(Ayo, Saint)
And I grew up with killers, I don't want no bitch-ass niggas 'round me (No, no)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Nigga)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Huh)
[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
Nigga, I grew up with killers, I don't want no bitch-ass niggas 'round me (No)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas pushed your brother, you ain't got no skits, these niggas cap
She feel safer over here, she know that's where them shooters at
[Verse: SleazyWorld Go & OT7 Quanny]
Catch me, OT in Philly, ridin' 'round with seven fuckin' straps (Nigga)
He was tough 'til he got caught and the Glock made his ass relax (Come on)
Put a hat on all my opps 'cause all them niggas do is cap, for real (Bitch-ass niggas)
He try to run, but the switch too quick and his back got filled (Grrt)
Fuck his 50K and my son got that in his lunchbox (My son got that in his lunchbox)
Nigga, I get paid good like I shoot jump shots (Like I shoot jump shots)
Way the chop' time niggas out, you'd think it punch clocks (It punch clocks)
Hit your block like the garbage man, come through and dump shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young rich nigga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no— (Young rich nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Young rich nigga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no reason (Shoppin' for no reason)
Yeah, that pussy good, but if that money call, you know I'm leavin' (You know I'm leavin')
Man, somebody need to put us to a stop, because the opps not (Yeah)
Hit his gut, turned his T-shirt to a crop top (Yeah, nigga)
And that bitch know that I'm a dog, but she gon' deal with it (But she gon' deal with it)
Sosa got juice now like I kill bitches (Like I kill bitches)
And I bench itchin' a shooter, nigga, you ain't gotta tell me blow (No, bitch)
They jump shots weak as shit, them boys barely score (Yes, them boys barley score)
Nigga, shoot your gun (Shoot it)
Fifty shots stuffed under the Glock, look like a bitch bum (Yeah, yeah)
Told Quanny I might retire, ain't no fun no more (Uh-uh)
Slap the button on this bitch, it ain't a regular gun no more (Uh-uh)
Nigga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Yeah, I'm just money talkin')
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money— (Uh)
Nigga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Uh-huh)
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money callin' ('Cause it's money callin')
I ain't need to sign no deal, I'm already super turnt (I'm already super turnt)
Fifty thousand in my closet just on Louie shirts (Just on Louie shirts)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Like I'm Bruce Wayne)
True religion jean jacket like I'm— (Uh, uh)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Mm, mm)
(Ayo, Saint)
And I grew up with killers, I don't want no bitch-ass niggas 'round me (No, no)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Nigga)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Huh)
[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
Nigga, I grew up with killers, I don't want no bitch-ass niggas 'round me (No)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas pushed your brother, you ain't got no skits, these niggas cap
She feel safer over here, she know that's where them shooters at
[Verse: SleazyWorld Go & OT7 Quanny]
Catch me, OT in Philly, ridin' 'round with seven fuckin' straps (Nigga)
He was tough 'til he got caught and the Glock made his ass relax (Come on)
Put a hat on all my opps 'cause all them niggas do is cap, for real (Bitch-ass niggas)
He try to run, but the switch too quick and his back got filled (Grrt)
Fuck his 50K and my son got that in his lunchbox (My son got that in his lunchbox)
Nigga, I get paid good like I shoot jump shots (Like I shoot jump shots)
Way the chop' time niggas out, you'd think it punch clocks (It punch clocks)
Hit your block like the garbage man, come through and dump shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young rich nigga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no— (Young rich nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Young rich nigga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no reason (Shoppin' for no reason)
Yeah, that pussy good, but if that money call, you know I'm leavin' (You know I'm leavin')
Man, somebody need to put us to a stop, because the opps not (Yeah)
Hit his gut, turned his T-shirt to a crop top (Yeah, nigga)
And that bitch know that I'm a dog, but she gon' deal with it (But she gon' deal with it)
Sosa got juice now like I kill bitches (Like I kill bitches)
And I bench itchin' a shooter, nigga, you ain't gotta tell me blow (No, bitch)
They jump shots weak as shit, them boys barely score (Yes, them boys barley score)
Nigga, shoot your gun (Shoot it)
Fifty shots stuffed under the Glock, look like a bitch bum (Yeah, yeah)
Told Quanny I might retire, ain't no fun no more (Uh-uh)
Slap the button on this bitch, it ain't a regular gun no more (Uh-uh)
Nigga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Yeah, I'm just money talkin')
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money— (Uh)
Nigga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Uh-huh)
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money callin' ('Cause it's money callin')
I ain't need to sign no deal, I'm already super turnt (I'm already super turnt)
Fifty thousand in my closet just on Louie shirts (Just on Louie shirts)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Like I'm Bruce Wayne)
True religion jean jacket like I'm— (Uh, uh)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)
Pull up in that fuckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Mm, mm)
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