800 Music ft. Quandorichk Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Uh, ayy, I know who it's leanin' to, yeah
Might drop ten racks, get a fuck, nigga, where
Eyes full on the crayon, I ain't makin' it back
Might shoot up some, he just hop out the slack
My gang ain't no gang, I ain't changin' on that
Ayy, fame or no fame, I'ma keep me a strap
Big dog in the hood, he still hop in the back
Ayy, pop out that box, give his head a tap
Ayy, switch on the Glock, that bitch shoot like a skat
Ayy, my dog switched up on me, I ain't even know her
Ayy, he was sittin' in the interrogation room
And he told her, ayy, I was on 2-1-P
She ain't even know her, ayy
She gon' hold on to every word like I'm a poet
Ayy, sound like it was to the gang, I just sent me a bleep
I was mad, I told her, why? But I was cheatin' with the trips
I'ma hang up now, I ain't arguin' with a bitch
If you want it, you can have it, I ain't trippin' on this shit
Ayy, put him in a chair, he was bled, now I'm crippin
It's still here, the shots when I'm postin' the brick
Ayy, still got my mask when I'm cookin' up the grits
Can't hang in my hood, everybody around Ricks
Might drop ten racks, get a fuck, nigga, where
I'll spool up on the crown, I ain't makin' it back
My shooter a slime, he just hop out of slack
My gang ain't no gang, I ain't changin' on that
Ayy, fame or no fame, I'ma keep me a strap
Get dog in the hood and still hop in the back
Ayy, pop out that box, give his head a tap
Ayy, switch on the Glock, that bitch shoot like a skat
Ayy, my dog switched up on me, I ain't even know her
Ayy, he was sittin' in the interrogation room
And he told her, ayy, I was on 2-1-P
She ain't even know it, ayy
She gon' hold on to that word like I'm a poet
Ayy, she gon' sit back, roll the weed up
And just smoke it, ayy
Can't say Kwanda was a bitch, no, it gon' blow her, ayy
Uh-huh, my niggas bank sick, so you know that we rollin', ayy
Get to talkin' to them dead niggas, got me losin' focus, ayy
Ayy, pop out that whip and just over this shit
I don't care what it's costin', just over this shit
I'm postin' rap, I'm postin' the brick
Ayy, me and Lil' Kwanda got too many sticks
Me and the gang, we got too many hits
Ayy, you hear him say, what? Just spit on this shit
Before the car stop, I'm just hittin' this shit
Niggas dunkin' and divin', just screamin' and shit
Might drop ten racks, get a fuck, nigga, where
Eyes full on the crown, they ain't makin' it back
My shooter a slime, he just hop outta slack
My gang ain't no gang, I ain't changin' on that
Ayy, fame or no fame, I'ma keep me in stride
Get dog in the hood and still hop in the back
Ayy, pop out that box, give his head a tap
Ayy, switch on the Glock, that bitch shoot like a scat
Ayy, my dog switched up on me, I ain't even know her
Ayy, he was sittin' in the interrogation room
And he told her, ayy
I was on 2-1-P, she ain't even know her, ayy
She gon' hold on to that word like I'm a poet, ayy
Fuck what they talk, nigga, I'ma keep that stride, nigga
I'm still gon' live like me, nigga, fuck what they talk about
I don't give a fuck what they talk, nigga
I'll spit on that shit right now
Ayy, ayy, he said he want a what
Ayy, ayy, nightwood, nigga
What the fuck goin' on, nigga? Ayy, I'm with this bitch
I'm with this bitch