"quiet" lyrics
(feat. Lockage)
[Protect:]
We so violent
We ain't talm bout money (We ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet)
We ain't talm bout money (We ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet)
We ain't talm bout money (I'm tryna get like YMAR)
On gang
We violent
He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it
Money keep on piling
Ball hogs we move violent
I don't fuck with valet, no one else can drive it
Yeah I'm up in LA, feel like Kobe Bryant
Feel like god damn Shaq
I won't call her back, hey
This lil hoe a gnat
Turn him to a stat, hey
My pockets wen't up up up
Yeah they got fat, hey
Might slide in the Bentley truck or get that scat, hey
[Lockage:]
I ride around in dat scat
Nigga my pockets full I can't lack
I run up a check and I get to a bag
These lil niggas salty can't get what I have
To get here man, you don't know the half
Choppa hit em like a bat
Only the real gon last
That's why I stay counting these racks
That's how I stay counting these stacks
Run up I get to them backends
Lame niggas man they not my friends
Only me and gang, yeah
Only me and gang, yeah
And I'm a go get to the bucks
Yeah I'm a go Giannis it up
I told these boy they outta luck
[Protect:]
I told these boy they outta luck
We sending them shots better duck
I see a opp tryna rush
ARP get that boy fucked
I'm a go do what I want just because
You broke and annoying I know that shit suck
Volcano choppa that shit gon erupt
He not talking money I don't care what he does
I'm putting this shit on I don't need a stylist
Had to show these lil niggas I'm bout it, hey
He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it
We so violent
We ain't talm bout money (We ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet)
We ain't talm bout money (We ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet)
We ain't talm bout money (I'm tryna get like YMAR)
On gang
We violent
He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it
Money keep on piling
Ball hogs we move violent
I don't fuck with valet, no one else can drive it
Yeah I'm up in LA, feel like Kobe Bryant
Feel like god damn Shaq
I won't call her back, hey
This lil hoe a gnat
Turn him to a stat, hey
My pockets wen't up up up
Yeah they got fat, hey
Might slide in the Bentley truck or get that scat, hey
[Lockage:]
I ride around in dat scat
Nigga my pockets full I can't lack
I run up a check and I get to a bag
These lil niggas salty can't get what I have
To get here man, you don't know the half
Choppa hit em like a bat
Only the real gon last
That's why I stay counting these racks
That's how I stay counting these stacks
Run up I get to them backends
Lame niggas man they not my friends
Only me and gang, yeah
Only me and gang, yeah
And I'm a go get to the bucks
Yeah I'm a go Giannis it up
I told these boy they outta luck
[Protect:]
I told these boy they outta luck
We sending them shots better duck
I see a opp tryna rush
ARP get that boy fucked
I'm a go do what I want just because
You broke and annoying I know that shit suck
Volcano choppa that shit gon erupt
He not talking money I don't care what he does
I'm putting this shit on I don't need a stylist
Had to show these lil niggas I'm bout it, hey
He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it
