Kid Buddha - Quanny Flow Lyrics

Asked about you in yo city n they claim they never heard of you
Bro trigger finger itching like that nigga off a perc or two
I be wit some niggas for no reason they gon murder you
Okay I'm in yo city we asked around they never heard of boy
Bitch I'm on the north side of Philly with some murder toys
That's that murda noise
I ain't got no shit too prove I couldn't lose if I was handicapped
Boul always gotta tool he keep it handy like where Mandy at
Heard that nigga hiding we can't find em where his family at
I been in my duffle niggas barely in they fanny pack
If you wanna tussle send you right to where yo granny at
I be wit some feens they gon kill you for a xanny pack
I been in this shit and I ain't missed since I started this
Keep an extra chrome I'm all alone on my retarded shit
Every season tryna feed the streets feel like im Roddy rich
Bullets ain't for the range I got yo name on these Hollow tips
Since a took an L been chasing M's okay I needed that
I feel like I'm jeezy it's too easy I never leave the trap
Same place that they found him is the last place that we seen him at
Just tell me what you need I got some keys where niggas feening at
Brodie said he tapped in sound like cappin don't believe the rap
Don't care bout how it happens if it's trappin where you Need me at
Asked about you in yo city n they claim they never heard of you
I can make a bag off a bag just gotta serve a few
Bro trigger finger itching like that nigga off a perc or two
I be wit some niggas for no reason they gon murder you
You hanging wit a rat quit the rap you a turtle boy
Okay I'm in yo city we asked around they never heard of boy
Bitch, I'm on the north side of Philly with some murder toys
That's that murda noise
Ain't cop no f*cking chain I'm in this game until my momma rich
Percs lean x pills and weed we gotta lotta shit
Brodie gotta drum he gotta beam you try to rob some shit
Call me Timmy D. I'm wit the same team that I started with
I be wit some niggas they onna mission we got it mapped out
Brodie Trigga finger itching tap the switches we gon crash out
It ain't money f*ck the talking I don't listen get a bag out
Lay em down bag em up I tell my niggas take the trash out
I ain't *blank* til I'm *blank* that word ain't in dictionary
I can't be chilling w you bro you got hoes and all bitches scary
My niggas steady shooting there resolution every January
On the road im tryna get it tunnel vision like my nigga harry
Aye bro, why he staring air it out soon as he look over
My niggas 10 toes they stomping shit I'm wit some foot soldiers
Keep a stick like Donatello wit some felons got all sorta weapons
That money talking call it fortune telling