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ot7 quanny - idk lyrics

[intro]
pyro made it

[verse 1: ot7 quanny]
you said you gettin’ cash, where it’s at, i think you finished
lil broski get the glock, then cl!ck it, cl!ck it, cl!ck it
please don’t trust me, i’ma get you crossed like a christian
i’m just tryn’ f+ck you baby, i ain’t tryn’ kiss it
we gon’ get the money, money, then we get the b+tches
yeah, i think lil baby mad, i f+cked her friend ’cause she a [?]
plus she wanna throw it back, just like a flea fl!cker
you know it’s dior dior, louis v, chrome hearts, everything
just a young north n+gga gettin’ guap, drank

[verse 2: nr boor]
stickin’ to that cold, n+gga what you on?
dissin’ on the gang, that sh+t gon’ get ’em gone
i bought me some louis, mix that sh+t with chrome
i forgot my chain, but i still got my pole
watch me shoot a movie, like i’m louieknows
lil bro up that toaster, turned a n+gga ghost
she think i’m the goat, so she gon’ give me throat
switchy on that gl!ck, that sh+t gon’ put ’em on~

[chorus: ot7 quanny]
you shoot that n+gga in his face, his head on fire like ghostrider
b+tches on my, you know what, my pockets like flouride
all these blues inside my pocket, i feel like the xanman
i ain’t see y’all b+tches, callin’ me rubber band man
look at my wrist, that b+tch big as f+ck like the sandman
we just bought a choppa, that b+tch came from every wrist
yeah, it’s that n+gga shoppin’ in the mall, glock with stick in it
you ain’t gettin’ money n+gga, you must be kiddin’ me
you tryn’ stuff 20 inside my skinny jeans, it won’t fit in it
[outro: ot7 quanny]
you shoot that n+gga in his face, his head on fire like ghostrider
b+tches on my, you know what, my pockets like flouride
all these blues inside my pocket, i feel like the xanman
i ain’t see y’all b+tches, callin’ me rubber band man
look at my wrist, that b+tch big as f+ck like the sandman
we just bought a choppa, that b+tch came from every wrist
yeah, it’s that n+gga shoppin’ in the mall, glock with stick in it
you ain’t gettin’ money n+gga, you must be kiddin’ me
you tryn’ stuff 20 inside my skinny jeans, it won’t fit in it

- ot7 quanny lyrics

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