Quinnis the Menace

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Everybody know how we (Cio) Everybody know how we do it Everybody know how we do it, nigga Everybody know how we do it, uh Everybody know how we do it, nigga Everybody know how we do it, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse] Load up and spin, when I tell 'em to go, they gon' hit at a nigga for talkin' to me You and your partner tryna play like y'all the stiffest, heard get a coffin a piece (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Laws can't stand me Bro never been to Miami, but really got caught with that heat (Got caught with that iron) Ran from the laws on feet, nowadays, I'm in the stu' tryna walk on the beat (Walk on a track) I'm in the stu' tryna walk on the track, come for a feature, I need every dollar Bro swing the stick around like Harry Potter (Pew, pew, pew, pew) I put my main bitch in Balenciaga (Balenci') Draco'll head out the side of Sonata More money, more problems, I still want your bottom Ayy, they know lil' Quin future bright as Luh Tyler (Luh Tyler) A tailor, put that belt on your partners (Nigga) Not tryna play with you Keep it real, I can't tolerate fake niggas (Can't do that) White folks in the '80s, I hate niggas (I hate 'em) Tryna keep up with Quin, it's too late, nigga (Bitch) Had lil' bro come and cook your filet, nigga (He gone) In my family, I carry the weight, nigga (I do that) Everybody 'round Quin get a plate, nigga (I do that) Hit a nigga broad day with his Drac', nigga (Brrt, boom, boom, boom, boom) Hey, opp niggas bluffin', it ain't no discussion I drop me a budget, they spin out of Cullinan's (He gone) Catch niggas clubbin' and open they muffin' New Glock got a dozen, no need for no button I was just thuggin' on Flows with my cousin I'm havin' and I still 'member days that I wasn't Young nigga buckin', he tryna blow iron like a trumpet and leave everybody else runnin' (Get out of here) Momma say, "Nigga, you hard as a tombstone" And I'm tryna do wrong 'til everybody finish I kicked a bitch out the house with no shoes on, she actin' wild, gotta stay out my business (Bitch) You can find me in the house with like two or three bad bitches, I got em' washin' my dishes (washin' my dishes) Roll me a blunt of that dope when I think about granny and grandpa to stay out my feelings (To stay out my feelings) I probably fuck niggas' hoes, that's the reason they mad 'cause all of em' stay out my mentions We can meet up, I ain't got time to go back and forth, the fuck I look like playin' tennis? (Ha) Bro in the streets with a .45, his weed 4'52 'cause he slingin' midget Go to the candy lady house on a bike at nighttime, they call me Quinnis the Menace Hope niggas never come play with my family, 'nem lay, I'ma make sure he wish he was Bennet Don't try to reach for a chain at a show, I'ma make out all your bro 'nem put you on a pendant Fuck all the laws tryna give lil' Quin a new case, I told 'em, "I'm the lieutenant" Everything I ever did big as Christopher Wallace, I hope all you bitch niggas get it (All the opp niggas copy that) [Outro] Hope all you bitch niggas get it, nigga Yes, sir Hope all you bitch niggas get it, let's go Hope all you bitch niggas get it, uh Hope all you bitch niggas get it, uh Hope all you bitch niggas get it, let's go