Idgaf
Zay Quarter
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Ion give a f*ck about a bitch Squad on go Can't trust no hoe Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents No, these hoes don't make no sense F*ck what they say I roll thru shade Like the car I drive got limo tints Im' on the way the Aco Blastin out Zay Don't give a f*ck what they say Because I got my city on craze Back in the day They used to clown but whatever Cuz I been thru stormier weather Been sick as a bitch But now Young Quarter so healthy The real ones around me gon' stick Right by my hip Might as well shout out to Chelly Runnin' up the stats like a race F*ck out my face If you want you problems I got it You bring your bitch 'round and I take her I'll see you later She tryna get a preview to the tape And possibly get her a taste I'm tryna f*ck on her face Now I got her friend adjacent Moving your body round to the vibrations Swinging you 'round, get a light temptation I'm boutta face it Roll me up one and I'll face it Stars in the room, I get you to the spaceship Ain't this a coupe, how the f*ck it feel spacious? Look in my eyes, get you talking my language If you don't like it then change it You hate that I'm blowin' up baby Cuz women outchere are fugazi Wonder what made me Ditch all the shit 'bout behaving I can't put my trust in a lady I cannot f*ck with you baby What are you here for Young quarter or cuz I could get you Dior In a year and some change? The struggles don't get to my brain I promise I won't go insane And if I said that I'm blowing up soon, baby, would you think that I'm insane? It's too bad cuz Ion give a f*ck about shit Stand ten toes for the bros Screamin' f*ck to the foes How long 'fore I go get rich? And iff you want to f*ck Then f*ck with the kid Once I get big Ion take no shit Better get with the boy 'fore I pop my wrist Ion give a f*ck about a bitch Squad on go Can't trust no hoe Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents No, these hoes don't make no sense F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints Blunt filled with dank That bitch wanna f*ck me She said it But I tell lil hoe that I can't I am exclusive baby She hate that my time go to music Baby don't lose it Know that I'm hustling for me and you This soon is gon help me up outta the losing Shout to my brudda big quarter the movement I swear to god that boy was like my tutor Quarter by the hookah Bitches blowin' my bazooka Asked if I'm fuckin by the night She said I'd probably get it sooner Heard somebody fucked my hoes But I know he probably boosting cuz Mine don't get caught up with losers Smokin' the shit like the Rastas She tryna f*ck me and pass to the partners I tell her I'ma need her to bring options Or I'ma kick the bitch out like it was sparta I don't got time to be worried 'bout shit Shoot and cash out like Steph Curry and shit Asked why I always try hurrying shit Because baby I gotta be 30 and rich And if you dont f*ck with this Look in mirror have fun with it Cuz what you gon' see is a hater to me Why you leave I pull up to functions Ion give a f*ck about a bitch Squad on go Can't trust no hoe Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents No, these hoes don't make no sense F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
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