Who is That (feat. AyyyeVon Beats)

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Quincy Lovell

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Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats
My pockets gon swell they getting fat
Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks
Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that
Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached
Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic
Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic
Really winning for real this shit getting drastic
They can't do shit with me like I'm Shaq
And I got that girl hooked like a latch
I get fly every night like a bat
Too much drip got a leak need a patch
Getting cake think I need a new batch
Think I'm flexing but nah I'm relaxed
Need a stapler got paper in stacks
Ain't no question nigga that's a fact
Bank racks slide back
Money in pounds like I lift in the gym
Yanks hat with the side patch
I hit from the back while I'm bending the brim
Out Georgetown I'm balling I'm Above the Rim
They treating my page like they tryna watch film
My jewelry so bright got the lights looking dim
Cash got my pants baggy they posed to fit slim
I remember when I wasn't onto shit
Now I spit that hot shit and I found my niche
Another one tryna hate add him to the list
All this water on me I feel like a fish
She on games tell that girl pass the sticks
Two can play I'll just f*ck with her friends
Matter fact pass them joints to my men
In her shit I swim like I got fins
See my drip and they tryna be twins
See they drip and that shit make me wince
Now they mad yeah I got niggas tense
Kick my shit I got strength in my shins
Steppin hard I got strength in my limbs
On a roll like I'm knocking down pins
Money put up for my next of kin
Cause one day I'm gon pay for these sins
Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats
My pockets gon swell they getting fat
Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks
Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that
Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached
Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic
Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic
Really winning for real this shit getting drastic
The rip go on daily it ain't rlly nothing
I'm up and big stepping you broke and need crutches
Swear every season the clothes come in bunches
Cause every three months I be upping my budget
Knew I was running it up when bro hit me and said
Let's hit St Kitts and I just said f*ck it
I'm rlly balling on niggas
And ain't even trying for real think I need some more touches
Can't even cap it be hard not to flex
Cause I'm getting chicken wings thighs and the breast
Shit got me feeling like Bron at his best
I'm stepping real hard and I'm beating my chest
I just been stacking and running it up going nuts
I be thumbing through cash like a text
I love my haters I stay getting to em get fly in
They face like a muh fuckin pest
Man your drip tired give that shit rest
Shit for the birds you building a nest
Tryna dress like me go head be my guest
I do it right so I guess you went left
Fly to New York just to ball like the Nets
Whole team be balling we run through the sets
Swear I'ma have us all flying on jets
We birds of a feather and you know the rest
Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats
My pockets gon swell they getting fat
Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks
Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that
Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached
Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic
Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic
Really winning for real this shit getting drastic
Lovell

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