JQ Baby - Dialed In

Fuckin' with this Cancer bitch
This is not my sickest stage
Lookin' for the answers bitch
I'm feeling like we Sway and Ye
Fucking hoes
No planning shit
The bed squeaking like Michelé
Double cup, with brandy bitch
I stay with it like Ray and J
Forgetting imma smooth guy
Tryna sell a eight ball sitting pool side
Young nigga tryna hop up in a new ride
No question
Not the interview type
More blessings
Got the Jimmy Choos right
Dope session
Lit up when the crew slide
When I blew by
The niggas I knew I been could've chewed
Thank the Lord got the view right
Oh yeah
Gun a blast
I'm the one that run the cast
Nine on me like Rajon Rondo
I'm not sure I wanna pass
Facing bumps all in the road
I don't think you once was rashed
Coming home with blood on clothes
And I don't think you rung the rag
Nigga
This that
Pick in a Afro
Type of JQ
Heavy-hitting with the steel
Like I'm Babe Ruth
I stood out more then the rest
Like a fake tooth
I made do
And banged tools
For niggas can't shoot
Ridin'
Got us slidin'
Tryna make it out the projects
But I'm tied in
Neighborhood them niggas died in
But we ain't cryin'
We just pour the liquor out for ya
Then we dialed in
They gone catch a nigga
Ridin'
Got us slidin'
Tryna make it out the projects
But I'm tied in
Neighborhood them niggas died in
And we ain't cryin'
We just pour the liquor out for ya
Then we dial in
They gone catch a nigga
Playing blind
But they touching keys
We feel like Stevie Wonder
Imma warrior
Feel like KD
But ion need the thunder
Ain't no biggie
Or no baddies
East my boys know I'm the Stunna
All my niggas moving weight around
We might professor Klump ya
Fire
Arson
Kodak Black
My bad I pardon
Know you wack
Shit trash
You harmless
Pussy ass nigga shouldn't get shit started
New .40 look so thick Ms. Parker
That's when shit get a lil bit darker
The beef turn permanent
Lil Sharpie
And we spend bread on beef
No Arby's
No departure
Niggas traps close at 11
What the fuck done happened to 'em
Hate when Quay Gisueppe steppin'
You the one act bad and bojuee
You the one that tried to cheat the game
And flippin' packs with goofies
I was getting off on roofies
Pussy it ain't no excuses
Got here faster then expected
They think baby got induced
And all them drugs I was misusing
Made the hits I was producing
Y'all had time before I came back home
And thought I won't reduce it
Now I'm off the block
In all the spot
Like Chris on niggas
Deuces
Ridin'
Got us slidin'
Tryna make it out the projects
But I'm tied in
Neighborhood them niggas died in
But we ain't cryin'
We just pour the liquor out for ya
Then we dialed in
They gone catch a nigga
Ridin'
Got us slidin'
Tryna make it out the projects
But I'm tied in
Neighborhood them niggas died in
And we ain't cryin'
We just pour the liquor out for ya
Then we dial in
They gone catch a nigga

Written by:
Jacquarius Latimer

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