Kuatro Ka$h - Get Out! (feat. Mark Will)

Kuatro been balling since six pounds
Skinny but brodie got big pounds
Bro a lil chubby but think that shit funny
I bet you get hit with some big rounds
I got the cash and it's big now
B b my belt and it clank when I sit down
Bitch not a slave but she always get scared
When I get mad and go pull the whip out
Stay with bro on parole with that pole
And you know he on go for the smoke so that stick out
I'm the weekend we fuck after you leave your nine to five
And then I drop you at his house
If she don't throw it back when we fucking
Then I'm a keep thrusting 'til I throw my hip out
Tell these groupies we not watching movies
It won't be no us and I need you to get out
Hop on the scene and I'm thugging
The rueger hold twenty but the chop tote a hundred
These bitches they like how I'm stunting
She see my eyes low and she know that I'm bussing
I don't have no time for discussion
He get out of line and I let off a dozen
Even before we had guns
We'll beat a nigga ass and he got a concussion
Whether it's raining or sunny
I ain't leaving the crib if I ain't making no money
These niggas be broke and they bummy
They sit on they ass and they think that it's funny
Your bitch say I'm sweet just like honey
I bend her ass over put dick in her tummy
If it's smoke then you know that I'm coming
If I up ima blow I ain't doing no bluffing
She see me she know she get nothing
I ain't come here to kiss ain't doing no hugging
I'm not here for loving or cuffing
I walk through the door lets get straight down to fucking
From the mud I turned nothing to something
Been getting that money since I was a young-in
I pop me a 'erc and im bussing
I get out my body y'all can't tell me nothing
Kuatro been balling since six pounds
Skinny but brodie got big pounds
Bro a lil chubby but think that shit funny
I bet you get hit with some big rounds
I got the cash and it's big now
B b my belt and it clank when I sit down
Bitch not a slave but she always get scared
When I get mad and go pull the whip out
Stay with bro on parole with that pole
And you know he on go for the smoke so that stick out
I'm the weekend we fuck after you leave your nine to five
And then I drop you at his house
If she don't throw it back when we fucking
Then I'm a keep thrusting 'til I throw my hip out
Tell these groupies we not watching movies
It won't be no us and I need you to get out
Hoes tryna get with me off of that juice
Cause they peep that nigga get loose I ain't drunk
Smoking on zaza this ain't for mamas
We in the function no hitting my skunk
Good at the door so they seen when I walked in
Came with some killers you play and get chalked in
Thinking 'bout boxing with me in this bitch
He be leaving this shit like thoughts
Boxed in
Monday to Sunday 'fetti we make it
Church on a Sunday 'fetti we take it
Always got food on the table we plate it
Always got bread for the bros I'm a break it
Went to the store left the hoe with her mouth wide
Forecasting rain but them niggas ain't outside
Qb for this play 'drivin the field
And I'm throwing them bullets don't care if they out wide
Kuatro been balling since six pounds
Skinny but brodie got big pounds
Bro a lil chubby but think that shit funny
I bet you get hit with some big rounds
I got the cash and it's big now
B b my belt and it clank when I sit down
Bitch not a slave but she always get scared
When I get mad and go pull the whip out
Stay with bro on parole with that pole
And you know he on go for the smoke so that stick out
I'm the weekend we fuck after you leave your nine to five
And then I drop you at his house
If she don't throw it back when we fucking
Then I'm a keep thrusting 'til I throw my hip out
Tell these groupies we not watching movies
It won't be no us and I need you to get out

Written by:
Quay Hogan, William Johnson IV

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