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Sos - Quez2rr Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: Q quez2rr | Published: 2024-30-09T02:37:26:00+07:00

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[intro:]
turn me up, [?]

[verse 1: quez2rr]
ayy, step on sh*t until my feet hurt
they dissin’ on z5, we come through, wet a n*gga t*shirt
back from h*ll, b*tch, they done woke the demon up like i got rebirthed
and we spin it once, ain’t hit his ass, spin again like we gon’ rehe*rs*, n*gga
on p
i put my smacker on, gave him 20 racks, told him, “bring back n*ggas tops”
been breakin’ n*ggas jaws since sixth grade, eighth grade, sn*tchin’ n*ggas glocks
ayy ho, you cute and all, but i came over here just to get off all these rocks
i can’t name a time they spoke on gang and come through trippin’ wit’ that mop
thеse shots firin’, n*gga
and they hit yo’ man on top and he got droppеd, why you ain’t slide, n*gga?
ayy, i come through wit’ that (frraow), knock his sh*t off ’bout they ride, n*gga
you ain’t dissin’ on my gang, like smokin’ cigarettes make you die quicker
he got hit wit’ tracer bullets, they different colors, lookin’ like pride hit him

[verse 2: anti da menace]
brrt, yeah, let’s ride, n*gga
told this b*tch, “watch how you talk to me, i ain’t yo’ side n*gga”
i shoot everybody in this b*tch, i feel like brian nichols
p*ssy never, ever popped a lock, came out wit’ nine pistols
i’m on two percs, i’ll get yo’ b*tch and make her squirt, huh
you out here hurtin’? then lil’ f*ck n*gga, go to work, bruh
i treat my choppa like a ass, ooh, i’ma twerk sumn’
i’m only nineteen wit’ bright dreams, but i’m twenty*one
huh, who done became a hypebeast, n*gga suck like i won’t step on sumn’
my momma’ know what the f*ck she raised, since thirteen, slangin’ guns
you want yo’ hair done and yo’ nails done? babe, i’m havin’ fun
told momma’, “don’t worry ’bout what i spend, yo’ lil’ boy havin’ fun”
i’m steady bangin’ sh*t for bobby
that n*gga died, you ain’t heal about it?
she like, “you sure you gon’ come tonight”
i text a b*tch and i said, “probably”
i’m wavin’ up and down wit’ this pipe, i swear this bl!ck, it got hydraulics
tell that b*tch to move around, that p*ssy smell just like hot pockets
what the f*ck is a d*mn bird? b*tch, i’m a vulture in these streets
all i gotta’ say is a word to make a call and that boy sleep
every time a n*gga get to droppin’ shots, they put police on me
that boy’s a rat, he gon’ tell everything, call that boy lil’ chuck e. cheese
she said, “anti, i want juicy crab,” bought her mickey d’s
she said, “anti, i want my back stabbed,” b*tch, get on yo’ knees
blow yo’ ass down like some wind, n*gga, you gon’ always feel the breeze
we come through that b*tch wit’ ten choppas, we gon’ always make sumn’ bleed
[break: quez2rr]
(ayy, step on sh*t until my feet hurt)
(they dissin’ on z5, we come through, wet a n*gga t*shirt)
(back from h*ll, b*tch, they done woke the demon up like i got rebirthed)
(and we spin it once, ain’t hit his ass, spin again like we gon’ rehe*rs*, n*gga)
on p

[verse 3: enphamus]
wit’ the red beam on this b*tch, it stop a n*gga whip like stop sign
this switch sh*t ain’t new to us, at only ten i had a glock 9
i coulda’ buyed so many drums, look like a [?] box, yeah, popeyes
go try to pop out, p*ssy play wit’ me, b*tch, i’m shootin’ when we lock eyes
huh, huh, i get that drop then i need blood like an anemic b*tch
huh, frra, baow, now he can’t even move, paraplegic b*tch
b*tch go nuts when i go deep in, this b*tch got titties wit’ no cleavage
you ever pulled up wit’ them f*ckin’ arms and left a n*gga sleeveless?
b*tch
uh, ain’t no rapper, i’m a musician, i got keys and sh*t
uh, send you straight to h*ll for tryna’ act like you got demons, b*tch
uh, every b*tch a boss and independent, ’till the s*m*n hit
uh, pull up in that x6 bmw and watch me beam the b*tch
uh, pop out in a mask like jim carrey, you p*ssies think i’m green
you tried this sh*t, can’t make*up for it, ’cause p*ssy, this ain’t maybelline
sn*tch him from that mic then jack his ass, n*gga, like billie jean
if i see that porch light, i’m outside the b*tch house like i’m trick*or*treatin’

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