Quick Draw Lyrics

Two!

Yeah

It's Nast nigga

(Whoo!)

Look, I'm not your average Joe (I'm not)

I'm takin' your bread if you loaf (Whoo!)

Been geekin' to get in a hotbox (Hotbox)

That mean I ain't duckin' no smoke (No!)

You ain't gon' never know what i'm on off a post

I'ma act just like my gun and go ghost

They killed him for lyrics, that's murder she wrote

Bro keep that Drac thing under his coat! (Bah! Bah!)

Huh, yeah bitch ass nigga we 'ont care what you on

You been trapping for years but you can't post bond

When I hurt my hand I still got it off the arm

Yeah! I keep that shit in my Long Johns

Kriss Vec stuffed up in my clip look mad long

Heart full of pain but l can't make sad songs

You run up on me i'll show you how to quick draw (Yeah!)

Uh, shots to his face now he eat out a straw

You wanna beat that case don't say what you saw (Sshh!)

It's kind of hard to abide by the law

This shit is corrupted got too many flaws

I'm in and out of her jaws, tell her keep going don't stop don't pause (Don't stop)

Hit from the back that's a round of applause

This dog on my hip ain't got no paws

This ain't the one that's gon' bark for no reason

You bangin' that shit but you don't know the meaning

They only fuck with you when it's convenient

When you in that trap boy you can't be too lenient (No)

This shit getting hotter than ever it's steaming

I came up off of trapping and scheming (Scheming)

Got motivated off the shit I was dreaming

I'm wiping them shells if I say that "i'm cleaning"! (Yeah!)

I'm on a whole 'nother level

Trapper of the year they should give me a medal (Trapper of the year)

If you need some work I put you on the schedule

I can't let up and I won't ever settle (I can't)

Yeah, my name keep ringing them bells like kettles

I keep a K in the closet, i'm special (Whoo!)

I frosted my neck and I lit up her bezel

This glizzy ah knock all the blood out your vessels (Yeah!)

I'm not your average Joe (I'm not)

I'm takin' your bread if you loaf (Whoo!)

Been geekin' to get in a hotbox (Hotbox)

That mean I ain't duckin' no smoke (No!)

You ain't gon' never know what i'm on off a post (Huh!)

Ima act just like my gun and go ghost

They killed him for lyrics, that's murder she wrote (Wrote)

Bro keep that Drac thing under his coat!

Huh, yeah bitch ass nigga we 'ont care what you on

You been trapping for years but you can't post bond

When I hurt my hand I still got it off the arm

Yeah! I keep that shit in my Long Johns

Kriss Vec stuffed up in my clip look mad long

Heart full of pain but l can't make sad songs

You run up on me i'll show you how to quick draw (Yeah!)