[Intro: DJ Drama & Fabolous]
Y'all ready?
This what it's all about right?
The quality, the streets, the music
Quality street music, niice
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Quality sh**, they holla we it
These fake n***as who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get
I'm on some flyer than a pilot be sh**
Why you on some old "tryna' figure out who stylin' me sh**"?
Women only cheat for a reason, I probably be it
Molly she want, Molly she get
Out in LA at the day party, Saturday at colony sh**
Sorry n***as that-away with your apology sh**
You lame n***as make me break out, allergy sh**
We was leaders before they knew how many follows we get
Ridin' to some Wu-Tang, while I be lit
Maybe put shoes on the Ghost, Wallabee sh**
You little n***as don't get it do you?
And if you got it I'm one of the few that get it to you
Drama said it's goin' down, so I brought some loot out
Racked up like the balls at the 3-point shootout
[Hook x2: T-Pain]
Man it's goin' down, get at me
I do it for my town, because they let me
I came from the ground, down in my blessings, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Drama n***as don't understand you, other sh** that man do
Quality street music, the fed's will try to ban you
I'm on my rapper sh**, tryna' get out my trappa' sh**
Got it on my computer sh**, should have been on my Apple sh**
Runnin' from squad cars, givin' them crack bars
I dropped that gangsta grillz, now I'm a hood star
(Gangsta!) Now I'm a hood star (told y'all!)
That mean I push c**aine, or show a whole thang
In my hood I got an alias, don't say my whole name
I'm a hood star
Homie they gon' lock me up, I'm still gon' make it to the top n***a
Paid off violence, they sayin' we pirates
This is quality music, from the hood to the alleys
They indicted my n***a, haters want him to fail
Who thought quality street music could send him from jail?
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Hey, hey, I'm just tryin' to get some bread
Quality street music, I'll do time in the fed, fed
They sayin' hip hop dead
Just got a text from Drama and this is what it read
"This that c**aine music, and we do this sh** with quality"
Reppin' at its highest point, that's why nobody hot as me
DJ, DJ bring that sh** back for me
I told you so, DJ Drama made a sec for me
Now I'm sac'd up and I'm wrecked up
When I hit the club I'mma act up
And I'm goin' down and I'm macked up
And I'm doubtin I'll come back up
I'm bottle poppin', I'm hole poppin'
I'm pullin up and I'm show stoppin'
12 Pack of that Rosé, 6 pack of that gold
And I'm goin so hard, my dawg behind bars
Took my first million dollars, went and spent them on cars
65 for the rollie watch, 80 pointers and they head up
30 shots in the semi-co*ked, and I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama we the realest n***a, street music make em' feel it n***a
[Hook x2]
[Outro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti]
It go grind right, mind right
Only if I could see this sh** in hindsight
Put me on the scale, make sure I'm weighin' right
And put a couple grams on my sony mic
Quality street music n***a