Quan Rite - Nbnbn

Hook

Uh
They gave me pain, uh
Then I took off from that pressure
They like what he on? Shit I got niggas guessing
I just write about it
I got Diamonds from depression, I was rite about it
Now I pull up VVS’S

Never Been No bitch nigga, nah
Play with me you gone get disfigured
Hit niggas? Nah I got seven on my hip wit it
Rich nigga, still gone grab my gun and do a hit wit it
Six bitches, the way I get my way, don’t make no sense wit it

Verse

Me and bro,
We ain’t have no money, we was on the road
Now I got it, Bitches wanna kiss me on they tippy toes
Blow a bag baby, I ain't tripping I got plenty more henny, rose or I do Azul for the pretty hoes

Pull up Inna 650i
Got Ah nine, and my jit wit me
Heard I’m getting chips now, these bitches wanna dip with me
Niggas wasn’t sellin 3.5s, on that strip wit me
Niggas who ain’t risk they life with me, can’t get lit with me

I had to bo guard
I was dolo from the jump, and I worked so hard
Shit I got what they want
All them Niggas rode off
I made my way out that cut
And for my road dogs
Shit they get what they want

Hook

Uh
They gave me pain, uh
Then I took off from that pressure
They like what he on? Shit I got niggas guessing
I just write about it
I got Diamonds from depression, I was rite about it
Now I pull up VVS’S

Never Been No bitch nigga, nah
Play with me you gone get disfigured
Hit niggas? Nah I got seven on my hip wit it
Rich nigga, still gone grab my gun and do a hit wit it
Six bitches, the way I get my way, don’t make no sense wit it

VERSE 2

They ain't never listen to me, now they vibe with it
I could do a lot with it, drive it off the lot with it
Told my brothers pick it up, and never drop with it
Stay on hots with it, even if you pop with it

If I hit Lil momma from the back, uh, Good fuck
You think you could really get her back, uh, good luck
I make Lil momma get attached, oh you don’t know ?
She done told me bout yo lil stash, now you on the floor

We was swimming in Azul, uh
With ah tool, Uh
Who wiling to shoot, win or loose

I know you ain’t real, uh
& that’s facts, uh
I could give a pack to my shooter, get you packed up

Hook

Uh
They gave me pain, uh
Then I took off from that pressure
They like what he on? Shit I got niggas guessing
I just write about it
I got Diamonds from depression, I was rite about it
Now I pull up VVS’S

Never Been No bitch nigga, nah
Play with me you gone get disfigured
Hit niggas? Nah I got seven on my hip wit it
Rich nigga, still gone grab my gun and do a hit wit it
Six bitches, the way I get my way, don’t make no sense wit it

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