"QP" lyrics
EVRGRN with the heat, yeah
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
In the trenches where you can't come
Glock with a dick, you now gon' leave your man dismantled
Oh, he gon' leave him, pick his mans up
Bet you never seen him dead up in mad blood, uh
We was really up in trench with them bed bugs, ayy
I was even with your bitch, give her mad funds, uh
How the fuck you look so drip up in Von Dutch? ayy
It don't gotta be expensive to get sauced up, ayy
I got vibes up in the tints takin' they bras off, ayy
I got killers in the pents when they back on road, ayy
Told lil' bro, "Go spin the bend", and he came back with nothing
Ayy, could've went and bought a crib, but I bought a Rolex
If you got it on your mind, you better say it with your chest
Heard that you gon' plead the five, that mean you gon' plead the fifth
[?] like I'm up in Michigan
Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in it to win
I made a dollar, and did it again
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
In the trenches where you can't come
Glock with a dick, you now gon' leave your man dismantled
Oh, he gon' leave him, pick his mans up
Bet you never seen him dead up in mad blood, uh
We was really up in trench with them bed bugs, ayy
I was even with your bitch, give her mad funds, uh
How the fuck you look so drip up in Von Dutch? ayy
It don't gotta be expensive to get sauced up, ayy
I got vibes up in the tints takin' they bras off, ayy
I got killers in the pents when they back on road, ayy
Told lil' bro, "Go spin the bend", and he came back with nothing
Ayy, could've went and bought a crib, but I bought a Rolex
If you got it on your mind, you better say it with your chest
Heard that you gon' plead the five, that mean you gon' plead the fifth
[?] like I'm up in Michigan
Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in it to win
I made a dollar, and did it again
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
Courtside, smellin' like a quarter pound
We just tryna make it pile
Hundred bands up on my mind
Made a rack a hundred times
Cartiers, look like I'm blind
You can get folded with the fire
Told that bitch to hold it down
