(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)
Bitch, you know Antt did the-
Mr. How The F*ck He Make It From The Bottom
Extensions on the choppers, I'm a killer, not a robber
Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body
Rent, dawg, been gettin' high why? (Tell me somethin')
Ayy, we was tryna catch a five, send his ass to Mott's
Quez by the mail, told Searge' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I come and get you know
Tez with whatever, bitch, just stay up out the box
Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash, is my bag low? F*ck nah
I sell verses now, f*ck, dawg
Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a 'Cat
This bitch go over two hunnid, this the one they gotta catch
Put a pussy on her shirt without permission, I don't need it
Put a pussy in the dirt for all that dissin'
I should start by doin' all my verses out the kitchen, I'm a whippin' ass
And I ain't fightin' no more neither, dawg, I'll blick his ass
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
Mr. I Just Bought A Red Eye, I heard them bitches dangerous
Bitch, if all them niggas dead, why the f*ck y'all still claimin'?
Shoot him twice and get him famous
I'll turn into the devil, mama know that I'm angel
I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my niggas bangin'
Big gang shit, I post a bitch in the city, you think I ain't hit?
I got her f*ckin' my nigga, we on the same tip
Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal
Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a bitch now
Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile
I don't like no pictures Bitch, I don't do no kissin'
I ain't squattin' shit and I put that on my nigga
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
42 Dugg - Quez Free Lyrics
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(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)
Bitch, you know Antt did the-
Mr. How The F*ck He Make It From The Bottom
Extensions on the choppers, I'm a killer, not a robber
Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body
Rent, dawg, been gettin' high why? (Tell me somethin')
Ayy, we was tryna catch a five, send his ass to Mott's
Quez by the mail, told Searge' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I come and get you know
Tez with whatever, bitch, just stay up out the box
Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash, is my bag low? F*ck nah
I sell verses now, f*ck, dawg
Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a 'Cat
This bitch go over two hunnid, this the one they gotta catch
Put a pussy on her shirt without permission, I don't need it
Put a pussy in the dirt for all that dissin'
I should start by doin' all my verses out the kitchen, I'm a whippin' ass
And I ain't fightin' no more neither, dawg, I'll blick his ass
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
Mr. I Just Bought A Red Eye, I heard them bitches dangerous
Bitch, if all them niggas dead, why the f*ck y'all still claimin'?
Shoot him twice and get him famous
I'll turn into the devil, mama know that I'm angel
I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my niggas bangin'
Big gang shit, I post a bitch in the city, you think I ain't hit?
I got her f*ckin' my nigga, we on the same tip
Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal
Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a bitch now
Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile
I don't like no pictures Bitch, I don't do no kissin'
I ain't squattin' shit and I put that on my nigga
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
Bitch, you know Antt did the-
Mr. How The F*ck He Make It From The Bottom
Extensions on the choppers, I'm a killer, not a robber
Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body
Rent, dawg, been gettin' high why? (Tell me somethin')
Ayy, we was tryna catch a five, send his ass to Mott's
Quez by the mail, told Searge' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I come and get you know
Tez with whatever, bitch, just stay up out the box
Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash, is my bag low? F*ck nah
I sell verses now, f*ck, dawg
Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a 'Cat
This bitch go over two hunnid, this the one they gotta catch
Put a pussy on her shirt without permission, I don't need it
Put a pussy in the dirt for all that dissin'
I should start by doin' all my verses out the kitchen, I'm a whippin' ass
And I ain't fightin' no more neither, dawg, I'll blick his ass
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
Mr. I Just Bought A Red Eye, I heard them bitches dangerous
Bitch, if all them niggas dead, why the f*ck y'all still claimin'?
Shoot him twice and get him famous
I'll turn into the devil, mama know that I'm angel
I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my niggas bangin'
Big gang shit, I post a bitch in the city, you think I ain't hit?
I got her f*ckin' my nigga, we on the same tip
Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal
Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a bitch now
Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile
I don't like no pictures Bitch, I don't do no kissin'
I ain't squattin' shit and I put that on my nigga
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sendin' to the Nat 'stead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag
Lately, I been throwin' fours up, droppin' fives
Writer: Anthony Mathis, Dion Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
