Quality
Woo, woo give this man the fucking beat
Yeah, turnt out like that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah kelz
Had a bitch named Rhonda
She was servin' for a nigga
(She was servin')
Had them birdies for a nigga
(Had them birds) , got the
Dirty for a nigga (yeah, yeah)
Send a bitch 'cross country
Young nigga flip the twenty-piece
Got the fire, nigga, you and me
Got the twenty-twenty you can see
Drug you with the bullets, boy
Don't make me OD
Suggest you pay my fees if you niggas owe me
'Cause I just want big Elliott
To make a cold piece and nigga
I ain't stopping 'til I bust that Rollie
Niggas always on that fakin' shit
I was trappin' out the vacant bitch
To the house and then I changed my clothes
To Crazy Girls, watch 'em shake some shit
Got ones flying everywhere
Turn a stripper to a naked bitch (Woo)
Roddy, I ain't tryna pay your rent
I just like throwin' faces, bitch
Boy, you can't see right through a nigga
Boy, I see how you were doing, nigga
Yo' bitch be over, she can do a nigga
But I be thinking what you doing with her
You think you rich, well
I should sue a nigga
But I ain't fucking with the courtroom
I get nervous in that motherfucker
'Cause the gallows tend to haunt you
I got away with this shit, ayy
It ain't some shit I can do again
I take a stack to state to state
Treat that bitch like a souvenir
Bitch, I gotta get a mansion
Young nigga gotta move it in
Then a nigga gotta take it out
Pack the shipment, then I gotta move again
Put the gutter shit down
Had to go and make music
I been in and out them restaurants
But I ain't never gotta prove shit
Real message to you young niggas
Boy, be careful who you do it with
These niggas ain't solid
They go back home and say that you the snitch
I'ma go get it, break it down in equipment
Yeah (Break it down in equipment)
I'm in the kitchen, ayy, whip it
How a nigga whip it, yeah
(Whip it how a nigga whip it)
Packing the shipment, you know I pack
It, then I ship it, yeah
Thumbin' through digit's
(Thumb) , the feds came and then
We hid it, yeah (Woo, woo)
I'm out the cut on these niggas I threw
The work in the back of the Honda
(Threw the work)
I got the quality work for the
Streets like I’m DJ Drama
Call me Meek Mill 'cause this money
Turned my lil' tuna into lobster
(Woo, woo, woo)
Feel like Kanye 'cause this music shit
Really turned me into a monster (Woo, woo)