"Quagen" lyrics

(Chubby goin' crazy crazy)
Oh my God
Huh

You ain't outside, what we been through
Niggas don't know what I've been through
Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Grrt)
Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze
I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy
Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve
Take it

I just want some mata, after you could leave
I can't say his name
I can't say his name, he still servin' feens
Quagen
She told me bust on her face, I'ma paint it, fuck being famous
I be high up out my mind on them stages, I almost faded (Woo)
Virgil my body, no H&M
Patience, runnin' these plays like a patriot
Sanction, I'm too official, no faking it
I like the way she be shaking it
Ed Ed and Eddy, I can't deal with certain bitches, they petty
I want the Fetty (Oh)
I took homies on a drill, he said, he was ready (Oh)
He wasn't ready
Only the bros could come to the spot, these bitches be messy, I send them to Telly's
Kick us a Chevy
Them niggas pussy and softer than teddies
Pop me a Perc' this the real one, no Fetty (Oh, oh)

You ain't outside, what we been through
Niggas don't know what I've been through
Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Grrt)
Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze
I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy
Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve (Oh my God)
Take it
You ain't outside, what we been through (Let's go)
Niggas don't know what I've been through
Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Aye, aye)
Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze
I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy
Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve
Take it