Song Lyrics

Monsta's gon' tear it up
Feel me
Nawf side shit nigga, you know what I mean
Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga

Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
I bought that shit for my mama
I stood right in front of your honor, huh
When I got home, ran up commas
Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
Bitch I'm your daddy, your father
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em
I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop
Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse
Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop
She wanna f*ck the whole group
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you
We f*ck and that's all that we do
Bon appetit, let's eat
Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
Hachoo, she sneezed
Bitch on her knees off the skis
When I f*ck do not call me back please
Diamonds all white like the priest
Maison Margiella on sleeves
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
The doors was closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded

Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
Need a gas mask, it's too potent
Your ho like to f*ck, her pussy smoking
The street that you walking on, we control it
Quality Control this shit (control it)
Quality Control your bitch (control her)
You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)
'Cause nigga we folding shit
Walk in the spot, so many straps
Young nigga who pole is this?
Now all the hot records I'm on it
Young nigga y'all owe me this
YRN, throwin' up QC
We got trapstars and we on TV (TV)
F*ck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)
Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)
Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)
Atlanta Braves serve J's on your street

Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke
Pull out that ho, give her super throat
Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes
Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew
We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
Old f*ck niggas hate me, huh (f*ck 'em)
I got the kids on lock, huh
She eatin' kids on spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)

Miles Mccollum, Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus

The duration of Intro is 2:27 minutes and seconds.