Quezzo Da Trap - SLICK RICK

Yeah
Hugo
Quezzo
F*** you are talking about man
You already know what the f*** it is
B**** a** n****
Yeah
Hahaha-haah
Quezzo, Quezzo (F*** these N*****)
F*** these N*****, F*** these N*****
HUH YEAH
F*** these N*****
Huh Yea
F*** these N*****
HUH, HOLD ON WAIT
Hold on Jack, I been getting in my mf***n bag
But you ain't got that for real (You ain't got that)
Half of these n*****
Say that come up from the dirt
But they're really daffy dills (N***** so cap)
I'm the type of n****
Drop a bag, get your little a** murk (Woo)
Ion even have a deal (NAW)
SATELLITE, little b**** high off this earth (She gone)
She only took half of pill
Keep a 32 like O'Neal (Blrrrd)
If it's time to slide, my b**** know the drill (WHAT)
When I switch up the ride, you know it's real (SKRRR)
Shoot Out the coup, aim for your lips (Bllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddd)
Make her spent her 250 on zips
Lil' Bro got that dog, he Michael Vick
Run from the law, we are hopping the fence
Run from a n****, don't even make sense
N***** so cap, they ain't shooting up s***
How you gon' rap and can't even make a hit (B**** n****)
Back at the gym, I was wrapping them bricks (P****)
Prayin' to God, the pack don't get hit (GOD!)
Ran thru a sack, "Marshawn Lynch"
They know I'm a beast, fuck being tamed (They can't)
I rather be focused and stay in my lane
Gettin' to the money ain't never gone change! (Ain't changing h***)
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh (F*** them n*****)
Huh (F*** them n*****)
Huh (F*** them n*****)
Huh
Huh (F*** them n*****)
Huh, Haaaaann
Pour the codeine, never lied to my b****
So, she thinks its protein (DUHHH)
Double my cup on that raw (Yea) its clean
Take a sip of my drink, boosting up my esteem (Yea)
I Bust Down That H**, Make Here P**** Creamy (Woo)
Bust Down That H**, pass her round to the team (She gone)
I know she mad, I ain't buying CELINE
Schoolin' these b******, no ties I'm the dean (Naw)
These b****** sick of me, need a vaccine (Woo)
I put a 30 right in a 19 (WOOOO)
I know its dirty, don't care if its clean (WOOOOO)
Bust down that draco, I know its gon' scream
I do not argue, I know they mad
Don't give them time for making a scene
Been deep in that water, just like a marine
Can't take the heat you might need sunscreen
I beat down the block b**** you know my regime
I move like a boss ain't no I in team
Split up the profit that's 30 a piece (A piece)
We bust down the pack like a can of sardines
Brought out the strippers got plenty of liquor
We are going back to the Airbnb (We gone)
My n***** be carrying plenty of sticks
We gone mask up like its Halloween
Hahahah
F*** them n*****
Yea, f*** them n*****
Huh huh huh
Yea f*** them n*****
B**** a** n*****
Uh uh
H**
Man, you already know man
Quezzo
Six fifth teen (Ball)
F*** them n*****
Six fifth teen
F*** them n*****

Written by:
Jocquarius Tillmon

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