HOOK ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino)
You look like who¿
Come gimme dome
Like a coug__ar
Now you just fuc'd
With my crew!
ni**a come fuc with the God
Stacking the paper like mwah!
Sending you bullets
Like haah! X2
I'm On The Roll ni**a
Verse ( Quincy The Dreamer)
Feeling the vibe that she giving me now
Illustrating the position she loves
My d got the hickeys,Sign from above
FreeNation the army ,So bring all your guns
Mental illness I just party with nuns
Try to diss us,that's a hell of a shot
If you a phony ,we just never reply
If you are dope,no one can deny
I bank my feelings in a whole lotta ways
Bang my hunnies in a whole lotta styles
I run the block in a whole lotta fashion
You just bluffing ,I can tell in your eyes
And I got wifey,must be finer than gold
I'm a king baby do what you're told
I stick to codes Like I'm learning to drive
I k**ed my anger now I'm feeling alive
Shoulders are raised
I'm commander in chief!
You cannot fuc
Wth the trees that I sheesh!
Three some or nothing
That's how I roll !
Her curves remind me
Of that BlackBerry bold!
If She think I'm pretty
I just bless her with d!
I hate the sober feeling
Gimme my d** !!
Im just thuggin
But don't call me a thug!!!
It's now or never
We just robbing a bank!!!!
Hoo!
Chorus ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino)
You look like who¿
Come gimme dome
Like a coug --ar
Now you just fuc'd
With my crew!
ni**a come fuc with the God
Stacking that paper like mwah!
Sending you bullets
Like haah!
Verse 2 ( Bleek)
Look you don't wanna see me pissed off
My attitude's magnitude weighed a damn ton
They claim to be rulers but 30 centimetres could measure the god b**h flyer than a pelican
Son of God in a synagogue ,pray so we sin again I figured I'm pissed off this lyrical pistol is a permanent pit-stop
I spit led for Street cred
I did that in a split sec so sit back and relax I'm coming in for 3laps uh!
(How you gon say that I ain't bodied that)
Look around b**h occupied body bags
Somebody call a nurse somebody call a hearse somebody call a priest this verse is cursed preach this Godly Odd Kiid don't need deliverance!
f** I just sinned again
I'm bout to sin again
Baptised in the walls of a muhf**en synagogue Bleek...
Verse 3 (Nino)
n***a i been whippin whips like whippin slavery
Chain all gold Brain gon bomb
Screw your opinions theres nothing to say to me
Explosion Damn blow up
On a new level of using mentality FreeNation Screw patients
Blow up on all these mannerless haters official trappers f**ing up ur day cause they dont get the factors about keeping it trill
We jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy for real
Say the style is ill well then gimme a deal, Swaggin swaggin gatta show em sk** Coz we build this sh** like an automobile From the ground up I could tell a funken like surround sound
n***a u ain't winning game times up Gatt me fired up Im like burning matches Lit as lion matches
Anger plus the pa**ion Makes a deadly menace Beater llike a panel Crystal like a palace Cut throat clear i state my msg Build to be savage Grabbing on her baggage Note to all that hear me The freenation sticks humping on this b**h They called Hiphop on beats !
f** ur hype i gatt bars and ya moola ya b**h...
Chorus ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino)
You look like who¿
Come gimme dome
Like a coug --ar
Now you just fuc'd
With my crew!
ni**a come fuc with the God
Stacking that paper like mwah!
Sending you bullets
Like haah!
The End...