F*ck them if they ain't with us
If they really want smoke well that shit get delivered
Know I had to get my body right
I started doing chin-ups
Life can get you down youngin
Hold your head keep your chin up
We don't do discussion
Brody told me get shit jumping
He said"money what we need"
All you had to say was money nigga
If we talking real my shit the hottest in the country nigga
They try to play them games but shit get real
This shit Jumanji nigga
Let the beat play
Get to humming like I'm Cudi nigga
Shit ain't been the same since I got into my duffy
All the weed is McNuggets
Yea I'm that boy Q but I don't wear me no buckets
They just passed it I puffed it
If they make it out this hoe in one piece then they lucky
They said the beef was child's play
I start to laugh cuz I'm chuckee
I don't get up in my bag bitch I can't cuz I stuffed it
I'm blick out
Don't get caught eating out no trough dawg the pigs out
Starting five in this mother f*cker they got to sit out
I'm a smoke one for this good life that I live out
Don't tell us pull up, come outside bitch we been out
Make this shit chop
(Aye let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock
(Aye)
Now shoot to shot
(Aye)
Now rep to block
(Aye)
Aye y'all hear?
Aye y'all hear?
Q just dropped
(Aye)
Now hit your bop
(Aye)
Scream f*ck the cops
(Aye)
Taylor swift
Justin Bieber make it pop
I used to twist my hair up with my fingers until it locked
Stand on straight business nigga
I stay on my job
They sick but it's not something that's handled by a doc
They just gonna have to ignore the f*ckin feeling until it stop
Tell 'em stay safe this shit get sticky like some bubble gum
Me and my niggas always looking like we something
Start throwing shit I go bananas like I'm Donkey Kong
Pack get handed off just don't drop it
That's that dun dun dun
Goal right now is to get myself to number one
If I fall off I'm coming back up like a bungee jump
Last shit was trash I don't want to hear another one
I don't want to hear
I'm bouta blick out
Grown man shit at eighteen
I was kicked out
Real nigga talking
This one they gon have to sit out
I'm tired of niggas paying for they streams
Cut the shit out
Then they post the numbers up
Like what these niggas talking bout
Make this shit chop
(Let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock'
Quinton Baker - Jersey Talk Lyrics
Quinton Baker - Jersey Talk Lyrics
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F*ck them if they ain't with us
If they really want smoke well that shit get delivered
Know I had to get my body right
I started doing chin-ups
Life can get you down youngin
Hold your head keep your chin up
We don't do discussion
Brody told me get shit jumping
He said"money what we need"
All you had to say was money nigga
If we talking real my shit the hottest in the country nigga
They try to play them games but shit get real
This shit Jumanji nigga
Let the beat play
Get to humming like I'm Cudi nigga
Shit ain't been the same since I got into my duffy
All the weed is McNuggets
Yea I'm that boy Q but I don't wear me no buckets
They just passed it I puffed it
If they make it out this hoe in one piece then they lucky
They said the beef was child's play
I start to laugh cuz I'm chuckee
I don't get up in my bag bitch I can't cuz I stuffed it
I'm blick out
Don't get caught eating out no trough dawg the pigs out
Starting five in this mother f*cker they got to sit out
I'm a smoke one for this good life that I live out
Don't tell us pull up, come outside bitch we been out
Make this shit chop
(Aye let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock
(Aye)
Now shoot to shot
(Aye)
Now rep to block
(Aye)
Aye y'all hear?
Aye y'all hear?
Q just dropped
(Aye)
Now hit your bop
(Aye)
Scream f*ck the cops
(Aye)
Taylor swift
Justin Bieber make it pop
I used to twist my hair up with my fingers until it locked
Stand on straight business nigga
I stay on my job
They sick but it's not something that's handled by a doc
They just gonna have to ignore the f*ckin feeling until it stop
Tell 'em stay safe this shit get sticky like some bubble gum
Me and my niggas always looking like we something
Start throwing shit I go bananas like I'm Donkey Kong
Pack get handed off just don't drop it
That's that dun dun dun
Goal right now is to get myself to number one
If I fall off I'm coming back up like a bungee jump
Last shit was trash I don't want to hear another one
I don't want to hear
I'm bouta blick out
Grown man shit at eighteen
I was kicked out
Real nigga talking
This one they gon have to sit out
I'm tired of niggas paying for they streams
Cut the shit out
Then they post the numbers up
Like what these niggas talking bout
Make this shit chop
(Let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock'
If they really want smoke well that shit get delivered
Know I had to get my body right
I started doing chin-ups
Life can get you down youngin
Hold your head keep your chin up
We don't do discussion
Brody told me get shit jumping
He said"money what we need"
All you had to say was money nigga
If we talking real my shit the hottest in the country nigga
They try to play them games but shit get real
This shit Jumanji nigga
Let the beat play
Get to humming like I'm Cudi nigga
Shit ain't been the same since I got into my duffy
All the weed is McNuggets
Yea I'm that boy Q but I don't wear me no buckets
They just passed it I puffed it
If they make it out this hoe in one piece then they lucky
They said the beef was child's play
I start to laugh cuz I'm chuckee
I don't get up in my bag bitch I can't cuz I stuffed it
I'm blick out
Don't get caught eating out no trough dawg the pigs out
Starting five in this mother f*cker they got to sit out
I'm a smoke one for this good life that I live out
Don't tell us pull up, come outside bitch we been out
Make this shit chop
(Aye let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock
(Aye)
Now shoot to shot
(Aye)
Now rep to block
(Aye)
Aye y'all hear?
Aye y'all hear?
Q just dropped
(Aye)
Now hit your bop
(Aye)
Scream f*ck the cops
(Aye)
Taylor swift
Justin Bieber make it pop
I used to twist my hair up with my fingers until it locked
Stand on straight business nigga
I stay on my job
They sick but it's not something that's handled by a doc
They just gonna have to ignore the f*ckin feeling until it stop
Tell 'em stay safe this shit get sticky like some bubble gum
Me and my niggas always looking like we something
Start throwing shit I go bananas like I'm Donkey Kong
Pack get handed off just don't drop it
That's that dun dun dun
Goal right now is to get myself to number one
If I fall off I'm coming back up like a bungee jump
Last shit was trash I don't want to hear another one
I don't want to hear
I'm bouta blick out
Grown man shit at eighteen
I was kicked out
Real nigga talking
This one they gon have to sit out
I'm tired of niggas paying for they streams
Cut the shit out
Then they post the numbers up
Like what these niggas talking bout
Make this shit chop
(Let's get it)
Hit em with the hammer dawg watch his body rock
Yea I love my city dawg I don't love a lot
Chill nigga but I came with the pocket rock'
Writer: Quinton Baker
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