QUA Z

(GMB)
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Ayy, who that? (John Gotitt)
Ayy, who that? I just load up the chopper, it's fully (It's fully)
(Can't rush the vibe, Rando)

Who that? (Who that?) I just load up the chopper, it's fully (Come on)
These niggas ain't gangsters, these niggas be pussies, these niggas be running from bullets
And no, I ain't tucking my chain when I walk in the club (Mmm-mmm), got my steppers to do hits (What else?)
Got a clip in the colt with a hundred-some shots and the shooters to sing like a movie
Come on, I'm mixing opps with the cookies (Opps)
Spend racks on Burberry and Gucci (Fuck)
It's 4X, I'm prolly where that shit woof (4X)
She got one time to play with that pussy (Bitch)
Know I switch your bitch like I switch 'fits (Uh)
Yeah, I made it out, but I still tick (On gang)
We get him out the way like real quick (Get him outta here)
On the back of the Glock, it's a kill switch (Vrr)

Grab a leaf, then roll up a opp (Uh)
I just poured up a four in the pot (Drank)
In the hood with a Glock on the block
Thirty shots, I'ma shoot 'til it stop
And they mixing that Tris with Wock' (Mmm-hmm)
Sipping green, but I never would nod (I could never)
And I'm still with the gang throwing four
Hit a store, now he ready to roll
Get with AZ, he ready to pour me up, you know we get full of the dope (On Glo)
Let's go, I won't go unless I got the pole (Fire)
I drop a four, fuck around, miss the show
They thought I was a P, I got so many hoes (Thot, thot)
SRT while I beat up the road (Vrr)
Sneaky link let me beat up her throat (Uh)
Slam God (Uh-uh), what you need for the load? (Uh)

My lil' shooter just got out parole
Catch you slipping, we wiping your nose
Want some greens? We got highs and the lows
This a stick, .40 Glock with the woah (Brat)
That's a switch and that bitch for the blow
We got secrets nobody could know
We don't talk about bodies for sho' (Uh-uh)
Homicide, we just extend that lil' bitch
Homicide when we catch that lil' bitch (Come here)
Fishbowl, he get stretched in the whip (Get down)
Uh, I got that shh in the V, nigga play in this bitch, I'ma up off the rip (Fuck)
I put these blues on a opp nigga, I be stepping, blue tips in the clip (Ha)
He could get left in the mall with it (Fire), I got fire on me all up in Fifth (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

In the function, we turning it up
This a four, I just doubled the cup
Fucked her, switch, then I pass to the bruh
I ain't cuffing no ho, that's for nothing
Swear I'm up, now you pressing my button
Now I'm up and they clutching for something (Clutching for somethin')
Hundred-round on that bitch like a drum
Put my trust in my bitch, that's my gun
You can get shot, we ain't clutching for nothing (Uh-uh)
Ayy, fire up that bitch, bet I dump
I'm sipping Wock', it got me drunk (Wock', Wock')
Lil' bro blow that stick like a trump (Boom, boom)
Play, bet a nigga get pump drunk (Come on)
Bitch, we ain't got no time for no fuss (Uh-uh)
Or discussion, every nigga 'round me clutching
Nah, every nigga with me bound to bust

Nigga, every nigga 'round bound to take some shit
Take it
These fuck niggas be faking
Can't find no Wock', sip Qua Z (Qua)
He got hit with that—, start shaking (Uh)
Bitch nigga play and he lay
Pay for the drop, where he stay?
Had my lil' niggas laying for days

It's 4X (We gon' hop out with Ks)
Ayy, AZ come beating down your block like Tay-K (These niggas is fake)
Nigga get on your top like Dre beats (Bitch nigga move crazy, nah)
We tryna bend on you, ayy
Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm