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ot7 quanny - harriet tubman lyrics

[verse]
his b+tch ass brought a gun, he think he tough, he ain’t even test it
we gon’ shoot him and his b+tch, just so they can get the message
we the youngest in the city, gettin’ money and still wreckin’
in the rental, cruisin’, thirty racks on me, i’m no pedestrian, n+gga
how you gettin’ money? you ain’t bail out or beat the case
i’m the one that told ’em bring his head back and leave his face
i told my driver don’t pull over, they gon’ charge us anyway
we got three ratchets, four stars, lil’ bro still bеat the chase
i be with thеm k!llers, pull up shootin’ sh+t just like a visual
i be in the field tryna score a touchdown like george kittle
granny asked me what’s that on my wrist, i said an icicle
only thing i ever wanted was some cash and a mclaren
ayy, broski shoot this sh+t up, why these n+ggas keep on starin’?
in the louis store out in new york, cashin’ out like rj barrett
if this rap sh+t don’t work, f+ck it, you know i can hustle
i done built a new road for all my n+ggas like i’m harriet tubman

- ot7 quanny lyrics

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