"Outro (QWYA)" lyrics
"Outro (QWYA)"
The feds sent me jail then they froze my assets
Then they took all my jewellery, that's more frozen assets
I ain't worried 'bout them pagans cah they'll soon get merked
If I spot an opp, it's shot o'clock like Zeus Network
Copped the double R like it come with a chauffeur
Seats so big, it's like I'm on a sofa
Them niggas' guns jam a lot
I got the same ones Tony Montana got
I ain't like them niggas, these man are bummy
Kinda broke that owes the weed man money
I don't rate them
I wonder if my nigga's soul lights flashed before he died like a vape pen
Shout out to Martin, taught me how to cook grease
All them opps fell off, now they wanna push peace
I was sixteen, beefing niggas twice my age
I've always been a boss like the final stage
Sorry haters, I don't mean to break your heart
My new whip's topless like St James Park
Me and my girl eating in expensive places
I got more bars than niggas on Encro cases
I had a career selling rock
I ain't an instigator, always stirring the pot
Playing BBCC in the bando
Did a song with them, I had backlash, Django
I don't need to brag, nigga, I'm a big deal
Most my haters are my biggest fans like a windmill
I ain't got enough hours in the day
Tell my girl to chill, I'm in my groove like Kid n'Play
I came up off of weed clients
Everyone knows I had P's like the Green Giant
Busy running the block
Leased the shop for a front but at least I don't stand in front of the shop
I was really in the field, fam, I sold dark
Now me and Nel in a golf cart, wearing Chrome Heart
I know niggas with real dough, you can't tell what they're worth
If you sell on my turf, it'll be hell on this earth
I'm grateful so I make sure I pray
They sent me jail, I ain't have nobody like Coi Leray
I'll get you while I'm shopping abroad
Cah my young'uns on go like the start of a Monopoly board
I had that nigga skrring with my gun in hand
But he ain't fast enough like Ramadan
Stocks is what I invest in
Broke my heart when I found out rappers wasn't real like wrestling
My new chick's looking like Pocohontas
I was in jail, rolling with my poker on us
Stopped selling food on the block
Grown so much weed, I can fill up a swimming pool with this crop
And I don't care if you can move a key
The price ain't going down, even if you take two or three
I had a crush on her and she used to little bro me
Same bitch on her knees, happy just to know me
Blew fifty racks a night, that was light
I don't care about the price, just make sure the ash is white
I don't just make music
Tell any plug, I'll go pound-for-pound with 'em like Usyk
O's on the kitchen counter, no, it ain't Krispy Kreme
I got nicked, I ain't say nuttin like Mr Bean
And I keep my chick frozen like a Disney queen
Fam, I've always ris the bar since I hit the scene
Them opps can't drive through my strip
Come like Wonder Woman cah I light up the whip
A three-five ain't enough, I need at least a half O
I'm balling like the '015 C Ronaldo
Them niggas are pussy so they won't blow
I know you wish your boy was real like Pinocchio
I gotta keep a nine on a date
When me and 1A had the strip, it was prime real estate
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album:
"Lost Tapes" (2026)
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