Quarterpound

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Finna act up
Keep the mask on
Keep the strap tucked
I aint rollin dolo so you know i keep the backup
Backpack fulla mad stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna f*ck her back up
Finna act up
Keep the mask on
Keep the strap tucked
I aint rollin dolo so you know i keep the backup
Backpack fulla mad stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna f*ck her back up
Rackaid
All this money on me give me backaches
Fastlane
Perky 5 aint helping with the back pain
Bat shit
Goin insane with the tactics
Grease Gang
Goin worldwide getting active
Massive
Got ya shawty on me doing backflips
Crash in
On my back she left me with a handprint
Finna tap tap
Feel like NAV boy im back back
Keep the strap strap
Just in case a nigga need a nap
When the shit spit man it hit like big bang attack
Getting big brain shawty suck it like a sour patch
Got some new change new hunnids dont know how to act
Copped the whole thing same night smoke the whole pack
Got no range big body merc will murk ya set
Hittin like like a loosie feelin whoozy off the percocet
Shoot it like a movie he a groupie we aint gotta fret
Uzi make em snoozi light my doobie then i gotta jet
Finna act up
Keep the mask on
Keep the strap tucked
I aint rollin dolo so you know i keep the backup
Backpack fulla mad stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna f*ck her back up
Finna act up
Keep the mask on
Keep the strap tucked
I aint rollin dolo so you know i keep the backup
Backpack fulla mad stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna f*ck her back up
Christ in this bitch hoe I'm giant as a muhfucka
Flyer than a muhfucka
Higher than a muhfucka
Chatting up ya shawty call her over and she going under
Talking all that shit well it aint shit to go and put you under
Try and steal my thunder hoe I'm stone cold I'm a stunner
Moving slow imma have to rush ya
Leave em hot on the pavement like NY summer
I aint doing shit unless I'm right by my brothers
I don't need a double with the way I'm fucking stunting
The police get to coming
Then imma get to running
Cause I aint got time for no bitch ass opp
Straight drowning in the bitch I should've came in a yacht
Cop a couple brews and shit and then we head to the spot
You'd think we a couple goons the way we spinning ya block
Slick glock click pow now he down he got shot
Shit I don't even know if he gon make it or not
Finna act up
Keep the mask on
Keep the strap tucked
I aint rollin dolo so you know i keep the backup
Backpack fulla mad stacks and some fat blunts
Come and get ya shawty man I'm finna f*ck her back up

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Written by: Christ Giant

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