quiet ft. Lockage Lyrics

We violent

He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet

He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet

Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet

Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it

Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage

This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly

Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots

I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it

Money keep on piling

Ball hogs we move violent

I don't fuck with valet, no one else can drive it

Yeah I'm up in LA, feel like Kobe Bryant

Feel like god damn Shaq

I won't call her back, hey

This lil hoe a gnat

Turn him to a stat, hey

My pockets wen't up up up

Yeah they got fat, hey

Might slide in the Bentley truck or get that scat, hey

I ride around in dat scat

Nigga my pockets full I can't lack

I run up a check and I get to a bag

These lil niggas salty can't get what I have

To get here man, you don't know the half

Choppa hit em like a bat

Only the real gon last

That's why I stay counting these racks

That's how I stay counting these stacks

Run up i get to them backends

Lame niggas man they not my friends

Only me and gang, yeah

Only me and gang, yeah

And I'm a go get to the bucks

Yeah I'm a go Giannis it up

I told these boy they outta luck

I told these boy they outta luck

We sending them shots better duck

I see a opp tryna rush

ARP get that boy fucked

I'm a go do what I want just because

You broke and annoying I know that shit suck

Volcano choppa that shit gon erupt

He not talking money I don't care what he does

I'm putting this shit on I don't need a stylist

Had to show these lil niggas I'm bout it, hey

He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet

He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet

Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet

Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it

Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage

This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly

Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots

I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it