Boslen
Quartz
‘64, MAC-11 (Yeah)
Drill niggas out the window, who steppin' (What?)
Shorty talkin' 'bout cloud nine, you trippin' (What?, fuck you talking' bout?)
No trace, no down time, good riddance
Boots up, drive by, pop with it
Please don't call me past five
Bitch be buggin’ past nine
And I'm needin' no coke or pills or fat lines
Jokes on you, I'm too high, laughin' bitch
I got dopamine in my mind
Older me is too wise, cut the bitch
I'm with kings, the cats, the canines
Tucked the cat and drove by (Ah)
Ooh (This one for the city my nigga)
Yeah
Quartz with my niggas, I ain’t never gonna die, Quartz with my niggas, I ain’t never gonna die
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