(Intro: Schizo)
Aye, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Hook 1: Schizo)
When they see me, they always takin' pics
See the clothes, and then the shawty's flip
I'm just doin' me, I never trip
Hit yo' girl, and then I sealed my lips
I said I smashed, I smashed and then I dip
(Verse 1: Schizo)
I'm rockin', they jockin'
No stoppin' the words that be flowin' up out of my mouth
Haters step out
Bringin' rap back
Never gon' lack
Blowin' up like Baghdad
Bad Girl, Afghan
Hit her with the hashtag: Women Crush Anyday
I can get her any way
Haters wanna hate on me, but that just can't be
Cuz I'm flowin' in the game,and these rappers can't hang
(so swerve)
I deserve the cash, I deserve the riches
And the bitches, pullin' switches
If she bring her friend, it ain't gon' end
Takin' them down, givin' them rounds
Makin' them scream, and I'm makin' them shout
Will I be the best? Man, there ain't no doubt
You can take this vow, that I say right now
People say I talk a lot, but I love to flex
Diamonds on my baby Jesus that be hangin' from my neck
Drop a class on clothes, never trip off hoes
That's just me, that's the way it goes
Ain't nothin' new bro, man everyone knows
And I'll make it in this game with this devilish flow
(Hook 2: King Jake)
When they see it, they wanna take a hit
Roll up blunts, always keep 'em lit
Got the Loud, and the Dank
See me puffin', puffin' on some grapes
(Verse 2: King Jake)
Ima take her, she don't know about it
But I had to analyze the situation
Grapes are rolled up, boutta blaze it
Heinous crimes, I'm in cloud 9
It's bangin',they strangers endangered
Put the blunt together, Power Rangers
Backin', She backin' it up
Stackin', I'm stackin it up
Breakin and packin' the nugs
I'm pickin, we clickin, she stickin', ditchin'
Leave you stuck, like you in prison
Trippin', I'm chillin, I'm feelin' this weed
Put me in AP, cuz my flow's advanced
Vice versa, That's a Nissan
Knees on the ground
Where the Dead Rappers at?
All I speak about it facts
Switchin' and Choppin' it up
Boutta roll another one
(Hook 3: QUINTON)
When they see me, I'm rollin' up a bleezy
Took your bitch, made it look easy
I'm a player, yeah, no need to snitch
I said I might, might just yo' bitch
(Verse 3: QUINTON)
Umm
You ain't the shit cuz you a piece of it
Period
P.S Sorry to my niggas hearin' this
And to the women, you know how I do
Hit me I'll slide thru
With that Hundred Proof
And a bila blunt of Blue
Dream, Yes I am livin' it
Chillin' lit, Makin' raps hoping you feelin' it
Only be cheifin' with actives and meeting more reals
Cuz my palms itchin' to know how more feels
So quit bitchin' my nigga
It's QUINTON, just listen, my nigga
And you gon' be speakin mill' figgas
And wearin' Hilfigers
I just need a stoner baddie with a big booty
This could be us but you playin, q-t
This could be us, why you playin' cutie?
I just want women around me that roll
And send nudes directly to my camera roll
Her hands on my balls, like she's gonna bowl
Her mouth on my pipe while she's lightin' my bowl
I'm Gold
