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quinn & FearDorian
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And to think that you know me, you don't even know me
You just know my homies, you just know the old me
Ridin' in the big wheel, looking for the big kill
Look at what the pigs do
Heard you down, but you hangin' with the pigs still
Stop talking down on the bros, you don't want no smoke
You finna go missin' from your home
It's another day I'm missin' the brodies
R.I.P. to J.D., that's the homie
Tell 'em, "Free Val," niggas phony
And shoutout to my niggas on the East Side
If you down to ride, throw your motherfuckin' peace signs
And shoutout to my niggas on the West coast
Yeah, y'all gettin' money, but y'all know who do it best though
And I'm breathing in the gas like asbestos
Adderall, 20mg, that's the best dose
G19, G26, G30, hella Gs, and it's hella sticks
Hella cash, hella bands, and it's hella bricks
I can go on all day, I got hella shit
You a loser, you a lame, you should call it quits
And your mans, he got no pull, yeah, you broke as shit
Jeans hangin' off my ass, 'cause I say so
On my way to shorty crib, what's the gate code?
Sippin' sake, it burn like it's Drano
Don't want ice, I don't need it just to stay cold
In the house doin' nothing, finna stay broke
But you know I gotta watch out for the snakes though
Niggas stuck up in they ways like the Tate bros