Quarantine (feat. Dansonn)

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Lil Bales

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Whenever they want war, we ready
But I know they're not
Bro just copped an AK-47
With the folding stock
Blow your top, take you out the picture
This ain't photoshop
Always got the metal on my hip
I think I'm Robocop
Ho, just stop
If I'm Rolling Rock, then you're soda pop
Pull up to my spot
You won't ever leave the parking lot
Got the drop, strap behind your neck
Like a halter top
Target shot, chopper fire suppressed
Chamber always hot
Closet cost a foreign
No Jordans, I wear Versace
Now all these rap performers
Informants just like Tekashi
You out here pointing fingers
And singing like Liberace
While I'm in the kitchen
Whippin and splitting the brick, karate
I like it when I hit and she
Spit on my dick, she sloppy
Now I'm finally reach, the shit
That I did to get here was grimy
I don't flip the fish
Instead I stretch it like pilates
Ridin with the blick
Can't wait to catch myself a body

Under drug investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's f*ck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full of big diamonds
I don't sit silent
You can see it when the shit pilin
Let it get violent
223 ballistic tip firing

Listen
I'm testing the quality constantly
I can stop if I wanna but I don't wanna
I'm on the E with the llama
Big shopping sprees with the guala
The Sweets are killin my tolerance
People really just bother me
I should see a psychologist
I got serious problems
I pop a pill and then swallow it
This ain't Advil or Tylenol
Now I'm back on my grind
And I always ride with a firearm
We get high as the Taepei
She can't contain her excitement
I got a whip in my driveway
You won't believe what the mileage is
Servin chicken like Popeyes
I make the fiends wait in line for it
Take a trip on the highway
I really need to get out of this
Got the shit in on Friday
And had it gone in an hour
My diamonds wet like a shower
I scale the stress on the counter
Know ways to stretch out the powder
Apply the pressure with power
These hollow tips in this pistol
Expand to look like a flower
Your man's a bitch, he ain't with this
I know he shook, he a coward
No, he ain't bout it

Under drug investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's f*ck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full of big diamonds
I don't sit silent
You can see it when the shit pilin
Let it get violent
223 ballistic tip firing

Always armed when I trap
Up in my apartment
Try to charge in and
Brass casings hit the carpet
I got large whips so
I have trouble parking
On the market
I got packs for a bargain
Took the brick road
On set, Judy Garland
Got a clip full of redheads
For you varmits
In that big pole
Pull up, they don't make no comments
You a trick ho
Hold up, I can't take your nonsense
We blow thick smoke
Roll up, I been faded off rip
Got a pink toe
Cookin breakfast in the mornin
I'm on 6 phones
Good reception when I'm talkin
Like a ringtone
I get bread from every call in
Pinky ring glow champagne
Remy Martin
Watch them big stones dance
Yeah, do the Carlton
Bitch I get dough
Hit the lot to look at Maseratis
Let that thang go
Took the drum and put it on the shotty
Under drug investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's f*ck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full of big diamonds
I don't sit silent
You can see it when the shit pilin
Let it get violent
223 ballistic tip firing

Quarantine
I'm in Quarantine
I'm makin spinach with the bird
Chicken Florentine
Never met another plug
Who made more than me
Quarter T, I buy weight in drugs
And pay storage fees
Order these, you can get this work
With no warranties
For the Ds, if you wanna search
Bring the warrant, please
Border freeze, any state I serve
California Ps
Water, heat, I can make it surf
Whippin Florida Keys
They know I got straps for days
I got clips for weeks
You and me are in the same lane
Goin different speeds
Talk is cheap, say you make waves
That's a distant reach
Watch a fiend's body waste away
Muscle dystrophy
Take a whiff, I smell like the mint
That ain't listerine
Had a bitch, head was average
Now she's history
You ain't flipping work
It's just a hobby
When the dope is clean
You can't move sloppy

Under drug investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's f*ck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full of big diamonds
I don't sit silent
You can see it when the shit pilin
Let it get violent
223 ballistic tip firing

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