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quez2rr – sos lyrics

[intro:]
turn me up, [?]

[verse 1: quez2rr]
ayy, step on sh+t until my feet hurt
they dissin’ on z5, we come through, wet a n+gga t+shirt
back from h+ll, b+tch, they done woke the demon up like i got rebirthed
and we spin it once, ain’t hit his ass, spin again like we gon’ rehe+rs+, n+gga
on p
i put my smacker on, gave him 20 racks, told him, “bring back n+ggas tops”
been breakin’ n+ggas jaws since sixth grade, eighth grade, sn+tchin’ n+ggas glocks
ayy ho, you cute and all, but i came over here just to get off all these rocks
i can’t name a time they spoke on gang and come through trippin’ wit’ that mop
thеse shots firin’, n+gga
and they hit yo’ man on top and he got droppеd, why you ain’t slide, n+gga?
ayy, i come through wit’ that (frraow), knock his sh+t off ’bout they ride, n+gga
you ain’t dissin’ on my gang, like smokin’ cigarettes make you die quicker
he got hit wit’ tracer bullets, they different colors, lookin’ like pride hit him

[verse 2: anti da menace]
brrt, yeah, let’s ride, n+gga
told this b+tch, “watch how you talk to me, i ain’t yo’ side n+gga”
i shoot everybody in this b+tch, i feel like brian nichols
p+ssy never, ever popped a lock, came out wit’ nine pistols
i’m on two percs, i’ll get yo’ b+tch and make her squirt, huh
you out here hurtin’? then lil’ f+ck n+gga, go to work, bruh
i treat my choppa like a ass, ooh, i’ma twerk sumn’
i’m only nineteen wit’ bright dreams, but i’m twenty+one
huh, who done became a hypebeast, n+gga suck like i won’t step on sumn’
my momma’ know what the f+ck she raised, since thirteen, slangin’ guns
you want yo’ hair done and yo’ nails done? babe, i’m havin’ fun
told momma’, “don’t worry ’bout what i spend, yo’ lil’ boy havin’ fun”
i’m steady bangin’ sh+t for bobby
that n+gga died, you ain’t heal about it?
she like, “you sure you gon’ come tonight”
i text a b+tch and i said, “probably”
i’m wavin’ up and down wit’ this pipe, i swear this bl!ck, it got hydraulics
tell that b+tch to move around, that p+ssy smell just like hot pockets
what the f+ck is a d+mn bird? b+tch, i’m a vulture in these streets
all i gotta’ say is a word to make a call and that boy sleep
every time a n+gga get to droppin’ shots, they put police on me
that boy’s a rat, he gon’ tell everything, call that boy lil’ chuck e. cheese
she said, “anti, i want juicy crab,” bought her mickey d’s
she said, “anti, i want my back stabbed,” b+tch, get on yo’ knees
blow yo’ ass down like some wind, n+gga, you gon’ always feel the breeze
we come through that b+tch wit’ ten choppas, we gon’ always make sumn’ bleed
[break: quez2rr]
(ayy, step on sh+t until my feet hurt)
(they dissin’ on z5, we come through, wet a n+gga t+shirt)
(back from h+ll, b+tch, they done woke the demon up like i got rebirthed)
(and we spin it once, ain’t hit his ass, spin again like we gon’ rehe+rs+, n+gga)
on p

[verse 3: enphamus]
wit’ the red beam on this b+tch, it stop a n+gga whip like stop sign
this switch sh+t ain’t new to us, at only ten i had a glock 9
i coulda’ buyed so many drums, look like a [?] box, yeah, popeyes
go try to pop out, p+ssy play wit’ me, b+tch, i’m shootin’ when we lock eyes
huh, huh, i get that drop then i need blood like an anemic b+tch
huh, frra, baow, now he can’t even move, paraplegic b+tch
b+tch go nuts when i go deep in, this b+tch got titties wit’ no cleavage
you ever pulled up wit’ them f+ckin’ arms and left a n+gga sleeveless?
b+tch
uh, ain’t no rapper, i’m a musician, i got keys and sh+t
uh, send you straight to h+ll for tryna’ act like you got demons, b+tch
uh, every b+tch a boss and independent, ’till the s+m+n hit
uh, pull up in that x6 bmw and watch me beam the b+tch
uh, pop out in a mask like jim carrey, you p+ssies think i’m green
you tried this sh+t, can’t make+up for it, ’cause p+ssy, this ain’t maybelline
sn+tch him from that mic then jack his ass, n+gga, like billie jean
if i see that porch light, i’m outside the b+tch house like i’m trick+or+treatin’

- quez2rr lyrics

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