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Lyrics

[Intro: QuisActive] (This a Anti beat) Uh, uh [Chorus: QuisActive] Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle Pack touched down and it came off the muscle Glock gen' 5 with the scope I'll bust you Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle? I throw a O to my younging like Russell Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle Play with my mother than I gotta bust you Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna fuck Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian Shot out the party them young niggas ducking We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion Hop out the back of the free car to touch him Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing [Verse 1: QuisActive] Tall you spinning with Active Put them bands on his hеad then I'm going out to whack him Think that I'm loafing I come out the jackеt .448 in the spot with that pack in Take a QP break it down like a fraction Them niggas ain't outside niggas be capping 30k on my tape did it from rapping And hit up my [?], whenever that pack in Shots to his mouth, it took off his dentures Glock two switches, legs and extensions Slide on the opps I ain't missing Glock 21 with the KRISS Vec clip You don't got that bag I'm a no-show I hit [?] like [?] Cause a reaction it thump like [?] Sit on his house like [?] [Verse 2: Baby Jamo] Lift up the cutter he tripping and falling I hop out the car ain't doing no stalling Hitting that fully K niggas was hauling All black [?] and he knew it was Tall Off the meds the Drac' in the dip I gotta be cautious the Feds on dick I'm on the box so I'm not in the mix Take off my box and I'm taking a risk I'm catching them bags for the low won't sell 'em for seventeen Come tap in and see what the hype be Bitch [?] Niggas be shooting and bricking and hitting the innocent niggas are killing me Niggas ain't real tryna kill me (Nah) You niggas could've been got with me (Cap-ass niggas) Yeah you niggas in trouble, uh Glock just lift up that cutter Got me a switch and it stutter, uh Yeah I'm the man it's no other Yeah I just hopped in that fast shit She told [?] dash hit Swerving through lanes and wicking out cars and bet I won't even crash shit (Nah) [Chorus: QuisActive] Uh uh Yeah, see I got a hell of a hustle Pack touched down and it came off the muscle Glock gen' 5 with the scope I'll bust you Gun in my dip, so why would I tussle? I throw a O to my younging like Russell Trap out the window ma' know that I hustle Play with my mother than I gotta bust you Hollow tips hurt, they burn when they touch you Won't buy her no shoes, I'm only tryna fuck Chase a opp with the Drac' now he singing like Usher Ski on my face I'ma spin like a Russian Shot out the party them young niggas ducking We spinning the opps it ain't nothing for discussion Hop out the back of the free car to touch him Oh they internet gangsters they not on nothing [Outro: QuisActive] Not on nothing