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nuk - quincy mxkall lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatsh+t)

[verse 1]
gave so much to gary for the carrots, we brought bunnies home
i won’t trust these hoes, can’t let a b+tch get near my money phone
i’m too busy jammin’ money counters ’cause our money long
they be tryna milk me, i got hoes like i’m a honeycomb
nowadays, it feel like snakes be closer than my gucci
they say my lil’ n+gga slow, he body n+ggas just like doofy
all my hoes know i ain’t got tolerance for goofies
i got girl that i hit two times, but i ain’t toosii
if i tell it how i see it, i see dead man
i got b+tches blowin’ me to sleep, i call ’em fanheads
i see n+ggas talk ’cause thеy can’t tell me what they mans sayin’
bro gon’ catch a bag, thеn catch a body like hernandez
i was coppin’ work while y’all was showin’ off y’all pants’ tag
i go pick up— they say my dog look like a sandbag
me and bro stopped runnin’ guns when i learned how to cook
i won’t let ’em comment on my live if they look like the hooks

[chorus]
i run the rocks, so ain’t no pickin’ me off
my n+ggas knowin’ i’m with ’em, we get rich or we fall
i heard they mama raised a man that she ain’t give ’em no b+lls
i double deuces just like quincy mcckall
[verse 2]
i ain’t gotta be social with n+ggas to be in my sp+ce
ain’t sh+t like bein’ king of a route before they migrate
my time precious, so is it a deal or is it ain’t?
it ain’t sh+t like bein’ king of the hill, i feel like hank
lil’ brodie snucked that cutter in, them boys might faint
i got dog sells, i call it money made, but i’m like tank
won’t be pretty for these n+ggas if lil’ bronem go and paint
if i go to up that cutter, i know bronem on my flanks
i got bronem on my hip
we don’t do that sucker sh+t, won’t see us fall off ’bout no b+tch
i’m like a general, when i tell ’em fall off, they don’t miss
flipped a clip, he gon’ shoot ’em ’til he swiss
get ’em all prescibed, and then i make ’em hit the pharm’ alone
we keep buyin’ guns ’cause ain’t no way to put no armor on
they gon’ try to nail us ’cause we trappin’ ’til the “arm &” gone
these 7.62s, we be tryna send our targets home

[verse 3]
they be sendin’ death threats, but i find ’em comical
even my lil’ hoes be tryna score, i call ’em monica
had the play off one of my bags, i used a lot of cut
lil’ brodie be tryna freeze them boys, they better mighty duck
boy, that bag touches in the nick of time
soon as i got into chasin’ m’s, i started hittin’ dimes
these b+tches tell me just because i’m me, they let me have they cookie
i ain’t pullin’ up to jersey shore, but i’m out sellin’ snookie
i’m the one gon’ always get it poppin’, ain’t gon’ tell you push me
they be shootin’ with they eyes closed, that’s how we know they p+ssy
pullin’ up like they got blindfolds, i call ’em sandra bullock
all my hoes like there i go
how they hit us when it’s zeros on they bodies, leon powe?
i hear n+ggas say they layin’, light that sh+t into they soul
i be layin’ with my ‘wood just like it’s oak
they be playin’ like they really want that smoke until they choke
[chorus]
i run the rocks, so ain’t no pickin’ me off
my n+ggas knowin’ i’m with ’em, we get rich or we fall
i heard they mama raised a man that she ain’t give ’em no b+lls
i double deuces just like quincy mcckall

- nuk lyrics

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