Quin Nfn — All Blues

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We tryna get this shit right now
We tryna get this shit right now

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin’ ’round with a big ol’ strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna fuck ’cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin’ (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I’m livin’
We hit him up if he chirpin’
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil’ bro tryna ‘sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh
He play with us, we lay ’em down, ooh-oh
One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
Deep in that water, I’m gon’ drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh

I just gon’ drop ’em with my young nigga, slaughter
I get ’em zipped up for some Dodie, ayy
I’m at the Forum, we ball like the Lakers
So these niggas callin’ me Kobe, ayy
Got lotta green like I’m Yoshi, ayy
Can’t talk ’cause you niggas the police, ayy
Team are gon’ slide for a Rollie, ayy
In this corner, shoot shots like Ginobli, ayy
Freshest nigga livin’, bitch, I’m flyin’
I gotta crime, murder the cat, it should be a crime
These niggas dyin’ for speakin’ on niggas where I reside
We gon’ pull up with that fire
Better duck when them bullets start flyin’

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin’ ’round with a big ol’ strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna fuck ’cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin’ (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I’m livin’
We hit him up if he chirpin’
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil’ bro tryna ‘sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-

I been runnin’ up money, a whole lotta diamonds on me
I been gettin’ a bag
I just got the foreign, I let my lil partna drive it
Man, I hope he don’t crash
Really been on my grind, now it’s my time
I’m finna tee up on they ass
If we see ’em, we smash
Louis bag on my side, I’m securin’ the cash
Bitch, I’m pressin’ the gas
I know nigga fuck out in bin, bro
Lotta hoes wanna fuck ’cause I’m Quincho
I’ma beat up the pussy like Kimbo
Backseat sippin’ juice in the Benzo
Tryna gamble his life with a sinful
I’ma go get some money, then get mo
Bussin’ down a whole hunnid with kin folks
Hit his string with some lead in my pencil

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh
He play with us, we lay ’em down, ooh-oh
One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
Deep in that water, I’m gon’ drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin’ ’round with a big ol’ strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna fuck ’cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin’ (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I’m livin’
We hit him up if he chirpin’
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)
Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil’ bro tryna ‘sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and