QUIS & GZ

Yeah, Lique, forgive me I'd die for you, yo, look

Get these people away from me, they don't want the best for me

Once I make a million, they'll explain how they been there for me

I don't got a job and all I see is mom Quis and Gz

And a couple of the niggas who I ain't address formally

Rest of y'all can't get shit from me, ya bitch she might get dick from me

I done tried hard, but I still can't respect conformity

So when you hear repeated lines, and you start to get sick of me

Just remember I'm making money off the strength of me just being me

Juju he my brother, but he jack that he don't fuck with me

Cause he listened to a bitch who turned the situation ugly

Instead of being smart and realizing he can talk to me