Quilly DaVinci & Kj Tha Kidd - Set it Off!

Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh
Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale
And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high
Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off
Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about
Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out
They don't wanna fuck with DaVinci they know how I get down
Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come around
Think they got the juice until I turn this bitch to Jonestown
Nigga I ain't talkin' Google but lil bro pullin' that chrome out
Back out on a bitch I go to crazy imma show out
These bitches love me I could make one call and bring the hoes out
Outta sight outta mind
Tell me if you down to ride
'Zooka on me Baby5
Cleaner then some fuckin Tide
Bitch I need my mula that shit greener than some fuckin' slime
Don't need her imma pass her by
I'm conceited all the fuckin' time
Like I- I- I- I- I need a bankroll
I don't like stank hoes
Encanta un peso
Like I- I- I- I- I love the queso
And imma put it in they motherfuckin' face until it's case closed
Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh
Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale
And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high
Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off
Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about
Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out
They don't wanna fuck with DaVinci they know how I get down
Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come around
(Kj Tha Kidd)
Back outside, it's hot outside
If he talk shit then I bet that he died
Don't say the wrong word imma spin with the guys
That nigga a bitch you can see in his eyes
Don't cry, nigga thought he was a gangsta on social M-E-D-I-A it was nice
Say your goodbyes, watch yo momma cry
Cuz boy you gon die buy the end of the night
Know a nigga reckless as a bitch I'm on my Rico shit
Know yo bitch go nutty for this dick she want my Chico stick
Know a nigga shootin' till it's empty I won't reload shit
I still won't miss, to all them heads I hit just know your dearly missed
I pop out with a brand new SRT that bitch go fast or some
I pop out with a brand new G19 I'm on yo ass or some
Takin' yo life you can't get this bitch back or nun
A nigga been shootin' so cap the assumptions
Came up from nothin'
Most of these niggas be cap on the gram while I really been thuggin'
Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh
Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale
And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high
Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off
Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about
Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out
They don't wanna fuck with DaVinci they know how I get down
Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come-
Raindrop, chain pop, know you hear that base knock
Please don't come around these parts you bound to catch a face shot woah
See them .223's when that thang pop
Birds comin' in and out the mail get them thangs out
Birds comin' in and out the mail better get them poles out
Two Mac 10's in a matte black Benz you see me when I roll out
Stuntin' I'm pullin' the gold out
Still Mr. Maninthafunction not takin' no hoe out
Passin' the hoe round, she wanna dance with the kid that's how I know that the hoe down
Maybach truck, I don't give a fuck
Brodie ridin' round with that mop clean 'em up
Whole lotta hunnids I keep in the tuck
I got a stick in this bitch imma buss
When that shit get to clickin' it give me a rush
Got a clip in this bitch imma boom when it's up
Ain't no more talkin' bout it know we run it
Hope all that talkin' bout it wasn't for nothin'
You say that you bout it boy you know you bluffin'
No Call of Duty shit a nigga gunnin' (Yeah)
Lit when I step in the function (Yeah)
Walk in and get this bih jump in' (Yeah)
Shinin' my diamonds look sunny (Yea)
Bet he get hit if he play wit my money (Yeah)
Like woah
You know it ain't shit to put a tag on ya toe
You know I ain't playin' with this mag let it go
Ayisyen, who I call for back up my Zoe
Brodie put the barrel to back let it blow

Written by:
Aquil Laibhen, Kyle Parrish

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