All Blues - Quin Nfn

We tryna get this shit right now

We tryna get this shit right now

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)

I put my team on the map (Ayy)

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)

Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)

Thank God every day that I’m livin'

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)

Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)

Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh

He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh

One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh

Deep in that water, I’m gon' drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh

I just gon' drop 'em with my young nigga, slaughter

I get 'em zipped up for some Dodie, ayy

I’m at the Forum, we ball like the Lakers

So these niggas callin' me Kobe, ayy

Got lotta green like I’m Yoshi, ayy

Can’t talk 'cause you niggas the police, ayy

Team are gon' slide for a Rollie, ayy

In this corner, shoot shots like Ginobli, ayy

Freshest nigga livin', bitch, I’m flyin'

I gotta crime, murder the cat, it should be a crime

These niggas dyin' for speakin' on niggas where I reside

We gon' pull up with that fire

Better duck when them bullets start flyin'

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)

I put my team on the map (Ayy)

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)

Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)

Thank God every day that I’m livin'

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)

Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)

Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-

I been runnin' up money, a whole lotta diamonds on me

I been gettin' a bag

I just got the foreign, I let my lil partna drive it

Man, I hope he don’t crash

Really been on my grind, now it’s my time

I’m finna tee up on they ass

If we see 'em, we smash

Louis bag on my side, I’m securin' the cash

Bitch, I’m pressin' the gas

I know nigga fuck out in bin, bro

Lotta hoes wanna fuck 'cause I’m Quincho

I’ma beat up the pussy like Kimbo

Backseat sippin' juice in the Benzo

Tryna gamble his life with a sinful

I’ma go get some money, then get mo

Bussin' down a whole hunnid with kin folks

Hit his string with some lead in my pencil

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh

He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh

One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh

Deep in that water, I’m gon' drown, don’t play around, ooh-oh

Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)

I put my team on the map (Ayy)

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (Ayy)

Goyard, I’ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

Niggas hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These niggas don’t know how I’m feelin' (Ayy)

Thank God every day that I’m livin'

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)

Lotta racks, I ain’t focused on bitches (Ayy)

Tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-