CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Quarantine
Aye, I'm just talkin' rude
I went and got me a bag before I finished school
I?call?my n***a Mad?Max the way he keep the?tool
He just bought a brand new Glock, that b*t*h hold 52
N***as trippin' in the club, we finna shoot up Rube's
We had to shut that b*t*h down, you must ain't see the news
You see the fake in the n***as that wanna see you lose
A n***a said he robbed me, that sh*t April Fools
A b*t*h said she loved me, I said "I hate you too"
F**kin' this b*t*h from the back, I made her coochie poot
We rollin' up top chef, you smokin' rudy poo
We been f**kin' n***as hoes, but that ain't nothin' new
Your n***a in the county gettin' bullied, heard he shined his shoes
Told the police we mechanic workers, 'cause we ride with tools
Heard he tryna hide from us, but we findin' you
See it in your eyes, you a b*t*h, who you lyin' to?
I feel like Pac, middle finger, n***a, f**k y'all
Got your a** beat in front of your family, should've jumped dawg
I'm sick n***as really gettin' fake Runtz off
I'ma drop 100-somethin' tapes, then take a month off
F**ked the b*t*h one time, like her light bills, cut her off
Put a scope on my AR for n***as runnin' off
100 bowls before the rap deal, I think I'm Young Dolph
So many poles in this whip, like we gon' golf
I'm finna trip around this b*t*h, grab the automatic
Set their a** up, use their a** for target practice
My hitman throwin' bullets, he quarterbackin'
Paid 1,000 for big B's, got them out of Saks Fifth
Paid 1,000 for some damn weed, now I'm just relaxin'
Poured a 8 of the green lean, got me walkin' backwards
I'm the face of my damn team, you can call me captain
Church man owed me for some weed, had to beat the pastor
B*t*h called me broke, I can't see, I bought your mink lashes
Pink Triple S's, these b*t*hes look like Pink Panther
B*t*h said she got a boyfriend, and we still ran her
I be lil brotherin' y'all n***as, boy, you Eli Manning
Put a 30 clip in the Glock, because I hate the standard
You ain't gettin' no PT boy, you Tyson Chandler
Sick you thought your main b*t*h was loyal, my n***a still rammed her
I'm sick he snitchin', thought he was gettin' out, them n***as still jammed him
He said "All hands, no grabbin'", but I still slammed him
Pop a n***a, then throw in the hood [?]
Before this rap sh*t, I was sellin' the whole hood candy
Told the b*t*h "Eat this d**k, stop tryna do it fancy"
So many tools in this b*t*h, n***a, Handy Mandy
This b*t*h gettin' on my nerves, bro, pa** a xanny
Put these phones in your name, we gon' take 'em to Ramsey
Go Go Wireless
Shoot that n***a whip up, leave it tireless
He said he wanna drive to Kansas, we done hired him
He f**ked around and got us pulled over, we done fired him
Ha! Get your dumba** on
I went and got me a bag before I finished school
I?call?my n***a Mad?Max the way he keep the?tool
He just bought a brand new Glock, that b*t*h hold 52
N***as trippin' in the club, we finna shoot up Rube's
We had to shut that b*t*h down, you must ain't see the news
You see the fake in the n***as that wanna see you lose
A n***a said he robbed me, that sh*t April Fools
A b*t*h said she loved me, I said "I hate you too"
F**kin' this b*t*h from the back, I made her coochie poot
We rollin' up top chef, you smokin' rudy poo
We been f**kin' n***as hoes, but that ain't nothin' new
Your n***a in the county gettin' bullied, heard he shined his shoes
Told the police we mechanic workers, 'cause we ride with tools
Heard he tryna hide from us, but we findin' you
See it in your eyes, you a b*t*h, who you lyin' to?
I feel like Pac, middle finger, n***a, f**k y'all
Got your a** beat in front of your family, should've jumped dawg
I'm sick n***as really gettin' fake Runtz off
I'ma drop 100-somethin' tapes, then take a month off
F**ked the b*t*h one time, like her light bills, cut her off
Put a scope on my AR for n***as runnin' off
100 bowls before the rap deal, I think I'm Young Dolph
So many poles in this whip, like we gon' golf
I'm finna trip around this b*t*h, grab the automatic
Set their a** up, use their a** for target practice
My hitman throwin' bullets, he quarterbackin'
Paid 1,000 for big B's, got them out of Saks Fifth
Paid 1,000 for some damn weed, now I'm just relaxin'
Poured a 8 of the green lean, got me walkin' backwards
I'm the face of my damn team, you can call me captain
Church man owed me for some weed, had to beat the pastor
B*t*h called me broke, I can't see, I bought your mink lashes
Pink Triple S's, these b*t*hes look like Pink Panther
B*t*h said she got a boyfriend, and we still ran her
I be lil brotherin' y'all n***as, boy, you Eli Manning
Put a 30 clip in the Glock, because I hate the standard
You ain't gettin' no PT boy, you Tyson Chandler
Sick you thought your main b*t*h was loyal, my n***a still rammed her
I'm sick he snitchin', thought he was gettin' out, them n***as still jammed him
He said "All hands, no grabbin'", but I still slammed him
Pop a n***a, then throw in the hood [?]
Before this rap sh*t, I was sellin' the whole hood candy
Told the b*t*h "Eat this d**k, stop tryna do it fancy"
So many tools in this b*t*h, n***a, Handy Mandy
This b*t*h gettin' on my nerves, bro, pa** a xanny
Put these phones in your name, we gon' take 'em to Ramsey
Go Go Wireless
Shoot that n***a whip up, leave it tireless
He said he wanna drive to Kansas, we done hired him
He f**ked around and got us pulled over, we done fired him
Ha! Get your dumba** on
