[Intro: 264 Quez & Tee Grizzley & Both]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings, nigga?
(Good lookin', Kam)
Oh, yeah
[Chorus: 264 Quez]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions
Phew, phew, phew, phew, that's the sound of that whistle
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings?
You ain't never walk down and seen the bullet eat the tissue
Every time I'm in town surround myself with three-four killers
Do the dash right up my own and tell 'em, "Free all of my niggas"
Hit the A with the juice, we 'bout to trip out in them coupes
Yeah, sixty for blues, I ain't gon' talk about the food
[Verse 1: 264 Quez]
I ain't got a rap check but still threw fifty on my neck
Two-six-four baguettes, you see this chain, it mean respect
Come on, can we have sex? And bend you over in the 'Vette
Fuck you hard, I ain't pressed to kick you out and call the next
I had that ho on her knees, on Instagram make niggas fiend
Pulled a diamond out of my jeans and told that bitch she gotta leave
Can't forget that we turnt, we out here gettin' niggas burnt
Really puttin' in work, you know them other niggas Perced
Chase his ass down and when we catch up with your ass, what you sayin' now?
I know you doin' it for the 'Gram, that got your mans by, but got your ass fried
Boy, sit your ass down, nigga
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings, nigga?
(Good lookin', Kam)
Oh, yeah
[Chorus: 264 Quez]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions
Phew, phew, phew, phew, that's the sound of that whistle
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings?
You ain't never walk down and seen the bullet eat the tissue
Every time I'm in town surround myself with three-four killers
Do the dash right up my own and tell 'em, "Free all of my niggas"
Hit the A with the juice, we 'bout to trip out in them coupes
Yeah, sixty for blues, I ain't gon' talk about the food
[Verse 1: 264 Quez]
I ain't got a rap check but still threw fifty on my neck
Two-six-four baguettes, you see this chain, it mean respect
Come on, can we have sex? And bend you over in the 'Vette
Fuck you hard, I ain't pressed to kick you out and call the next
I had that ho on her knees, on Instagram make niggas fiend
Pulled a diamond out of my jeans and told that bitch she gotta leave
Can't forget that we turnt, we out here gettin' niggas burnt
Really puttin' in work, you know them other niggas Perced
Chase his ass down and when we catch up with your ass, what you sayin' now?
I know you doin' it for the 'Gram, that got your mans by, but got your ass fried
Boy, sit your ass down, nigga
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