Scrimmage - Quin Nfn, Lil 2z, Lilcj kasino

How them niggas say Lil Quin was duckin'?

That shit make-believe

This XD, it fit in my hand, huh, you’re partner a fan, huh

Got no words for the opps, we grab this chop and start sayin' somethin'

Push up, clap your mans, won’t see him stand when ambulance come (Yeah)

Shooter like Ray Allen, see your partner, that’s a And1

We gon' blow the witness, uh, my dawg still on a sentence, yeah (Bitch)

Get up close with no mask, motherfuck a social distance, yeah (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

Don’t do no attempts, shoot off the rip, we known to finish, yeah (Blrrt, blrrt)

I be doing my thing inside the gang, they known to scrimmage, yeah (I'm ballin')

Hit too many niggas hoes, my shit passed double digits, yeah (It is)

They be throwin' salt, tryna put slugs all on my image, yeah (Bitch)

And I don’t want the hoe unless her noggin comin' with it, yeah (Noggin)

He had a bad day, I sent lil' bro now he uplifted, yeah (He did)

All I got bad intentions, flip the block without no skillet, yeah (We flip it)

Baby Glock hold thirty shots the clip blacker than brisket, yeah (Bah-bah-bah)

All these racks, it look like tennis, Elvis on my pendant, yeah (It is)

And lil' bro pop them Roxy, out his body he was trippin', yeah (Uh, trippin',

trippin')

I was reminiscin' 'bout when me and bro was with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We just spent a- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey, straight down the rocks and bitches gon' be bitches (Yeah, yeah)

Every time I tell him something- (Grrah, yeah, yeah)

Don’t want to talk it ain’t about guap, I’m strickly about business (Yeah, guap)

Don’t talk to that lil' thot, I’m in her mouth just like a dentist

I can’t switch up on my clique but all my Glocks be having switches (Glock,

bah-bah)

Pouring Wok just lick a chemist (Wok), I spent thirty on my tennis (Bah)

I be flexin' hardest platinum artist, CJ independent (Independent)

I put fifty on my carbon, all my clips, they get extended (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

Back in school I was selling bars, I caught a charge, you got suspended

Nigga ain’t never pulled my card, when it comes to war, nigga, we spinning, ayy

Before I let a nigga play me, judge gon give me a life sentence (I swear)

Slanging a K, but we quick to pull up on opps, go to throwing bullets like

Emmet (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

Chop got two titties like women (Titties), I can’t loose I like winning (Love)

These niggas sweet just like lemon (They sweet), I got P’s I got plenty (I got

plenty)

I got P’s just like Diddy (I swear), I got keys to my city (Keys)

I don’t like features but I like money, do I like to meet niggas?

Not really (Nah)

We love danger, lil' bro’ll, 'boutta put a weak nigga in the belly

I don’t talk to strangers, I don’t like to play and I’ma send a nigga ass to

the (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

No matter where I’m at a chopstick with me like I’m made in China

I got a bitch that work a Neiman’s, I get deals on my designer

I walk around with all this paper, I might need to buy a binder

It ain’t no pressure about no nigga, we lay shit out like recliner

I stay on point like Jason Kenny, keep a Glock like Carl Tanner

And I ain’t weighing up no chicken, but I got nuggets by the pound

My momma knew I was a gangster when they did a ultrasound

And they gon' think this fight was rigged the way I’m blowing all these rounds

If they ain’t paying up and they supposed to pay then I’m on they ass like Doja

We was just fucked up sleeping on the floor trying to put together our dough

We swing hammers like Judge Judy

I got a few spots like Scooby

We got big guap like Gucci

I got drumsticks like Ruby

Bitch we ain’t have no pot to cook our grits, so where you think we peed

I feel like Jordan 1996 this shit don’t make no scene

I really wasn’t a fan of taking shit, but we was taking risks

We chopping cooking pork we turn his bacon into bacon grease

As long as I’m alive my pockets gon be filled with dead boys

I walk around with big old bags but I am not a bell boy

Can’t go nowhere without my fire like I’m Lil 2z Hellboy

'Cause when it’s mister nasty time this Draco Uncle Elroy

While I’m smoking OG cooking nuggets big as Chips Ahoy

Might hit the trap and box and 'cause I can beat the pack like Floyd

I’m in and then I’m out of there you might not hear from me no more

I call this bitch up once a week she clean this dick up like a chore

We tote duces like Chris Breezy

And my Drac' blacker than Weezy

Bitch got a ass tat say fee

I got a big gut like P

I got a problem I can’t stop it

I like money I keep feinding

I keep nachos in my pocket cause them shits is always cheesy

It’s too cold so I can’t move without my heat like

All my guns got big old buckles on them like I’m pootie tang

I get a rest from all this shot when I shoot dope up in my vanes

And my bro still be serving chickens nigga shoulda worked that cane