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Quin NFN

Ghostpepper

 

Ghostpepper

(album: 2's & 4's - 2022)


[Lil 2z:]
Well
Ay, ay

Had to cut the bitch off, she was so extra
She want stay the night, but I no let her
I done did it off for this number, these four letters
Pull up on yo' shit, get it hot as a ghostpepper (Ha, ha)
Pull up on yo' shit, get it hot as a Cheeto
In that water like dolphin like I'm Dan Marino
I know I'm the shit, I forgot I compete tho'

Ay, she suck me good, so I call her mosquito
Go get pay the fool, but don't end up like Rico
And you can get shot, but I beat up the beat tho' (Phew, phew)
I'on do all the kissing, but I beat up the cheeks tho'
I got this shit wrapped up like a burrito
I got this shit locked down just like a CEO (Locked down)
It ain't hard to find me, bitch, I am not Nemo
They say money is cancer, I'm balling like Keemo
Got my rod in the shower like Mimi and Nikko
Got all of this money, still robbing like Cleo
Right after I fuck her, she gotta G-O
They don't rap what they live, they just do it for VEVO
And my bag like some lay stacking Cheetos and Fritos
We get them packs and go score 'em like TD's
Y'all get the pack and don't score, that's Theo
These niggas ain't shooting shit
When it's war time, ran this bitch, but they got all them guns for they B-roll
These niggas ain't having no morals, they weakening they mind
And these bitches ain't shit, but some leech hoes
Before I said "Fuck it" dropped everything, married the game, I have already found me a cheat codes
Before I said "Fuck it" dropped everything, married the game, I have already found me a plug
Before I take anything off of my neck, come up and be up in court, sit in front of a judge
I know the real Cartel, niggas, they kill a bitch ass and cut yo' ass up in the tub
My nigga just lost his own brother, he didn't even cry, he just ran to go get it in blood
This Glock is my offspray, these niggas bugging, get paid on my off days
Him when I'm hustling, you do what your boss say
I'on do nothing, these police ass niggas be sucking, they thugging
These police ass niggas be sucking, they thugging
I'on do diss songs, that's a form of discussion
Can't fuck with no snake, that's a form of corruption
I just keep on heading, I ain't do no [?]

Had to cut the bitch off, she was so extra
She want stay the night, but I no let her
I done did it off for this number, these four letters
Pull up on yo' shit, get it hot as a ghostpepper (Ha, ha)
Pull up on yo' shit, get it hot as a Cheeto
In that water like dolphin like I'm Dan Marino
I know I'm the shit, I forgot I compete tho'

[Quin NFN:]
I paid in full, need my money like three ways (Three ways)
Quick to try selling anything like he eBay (Damn)
Still with the shits, niggas know just how we play
Clutching Revolvers like we starting relay (Bow, bow)
I be getting cake everyday like a bday
These niggas broke, don't make mo' then my DJ (They don't)
Pulled out the bankroll, thick as some cheesecake (Damn)
She seen the diamonds and I got some free face (Haa)
Look in the sky, I be fly as a PJ (I'm flyin')
You get the vibe bro slide for like 3k
Got love for my lawyer, bro cool with the DA (DA)
Good with my shot, but I pass, I'ma teammate
You hear what they shot, your body get cremated
Beat every case, I'on see no release date (I don't)
Boy, that's a 202, we clutching 3 K's (3 K's)
We rocking DG, he wearing CK
Tryna rob who? This shit slim as a Tic Tac
You turnt to a veggie, bro came with a big MAC (Bow, bow, bow)
Flew to LA, tryna see where the stick at (Haa)
[?] I repaid him with get-back
[?] off the truth, got the paper on dispatch
I wear my McQueen with some Celine, that's some mitch-match
I hit the scene with some lean, not a six-pack
New Carti bling [?] how you did that? (Damn)
I'm known to ball off the wall like I'm 2K
He tryna [?] two day
How you a real one? You patna a fruit cake
Come clap a opp, get excited like hooray
You broke as hell, I'on care 'bout what you say
Young nigga balling like he need a two pay
You ain't having motions, so do what yo' boo say (Bitch)
Hood nigga rocking Vlone with some cool [?], nigga (Vlone)

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