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atm2evol - Qualitest Lyrics



atm2evol - Qualitest Lyrics




If I catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds
That's his last step

Always in the Stu ,cookin' up
Call me Top chef
Way I'm ballin', got these niggas mad and they upset

Feel like Young Wayne, sippin' good drink
Qualitest
I'm in New York with the scammers
Come and get a check

I'm in New York for the drip
Like the f*ckin' Mets
Yo hoe wanna eat me up
I just put my dick in her neck

Put it in the guts
Now I got it soakin' wet
Slidin' in a vert, yeah
Make my chopper twerk, yeah

If I pop this perc, yeah
I could make her squirt, yeah
I'm gon' do my dirt, bitch
Then I gotta leave

Pussy put me straight to sleep
Like some good lean
Smoke exotic gas
Nigga, this your best buddy

Spin his block six time he a walkin' duppy
He was talkin' bad
Must be a f*ckin' dummy

Exterminate him
Hid his body like a f*ckin' mummy
Meds up in my cup, bitch
All I drink is muddy

I be full of pills, bitch
Like a f*ckin' druggy
Money on the way, nigga
You could never rush me

I just bought a Drac
And that shit came straight from Russia
Stuff a wood with gas
Got my lungs bustin'

Don't hit my phone
Unless it's bout money
I don't want no discussion

If a nigga feel a way
Let some hollows touch him
Nigga, you a house slave
You don't come outside (boy)
Nigga, I riding with the gang

My bros down to slide
If you play, you lay
Finna make some mamas cry
Niggas in the kitchen
Whippin' chickens like Popeyes

My bros in the burbs
He just servin' up some white guy (white boy)

Niggas on dick
They watchin' playin' eye spy
I'ma split a nigga wig
Put em on fox 5
Nigga, play you lay

Nigga died tryin'
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If I catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds
That's his last step

Always in the Stu ,cookin' up
Call me Top chef
Way I'm ballin', got these niggas mad and they upset

Feel like Young Wayne, sippin' good drink
Qualitest
I'm in New York with the scammers
Come and get a check

I'm in New York for the drip
Like the f*ckin' Mets
Yo hoe wanna eat me up
I just put my dick in her neck

Put it in the guts
Now I got it soakin' wet
Slidin' in a vert, yeah
Make my chopper twerk, yeah

If I pop this perc, yeah
I could make her squirt, yeah
I'm gon' do my dirt, bitch
Then I gotta leave

Pussy put me straight to sleep
Like some good lean
Smoke exotic gas
Nigga, this your best buddy

Spin his block six time he a walkin' duppy
He was talkin' bad
Must be a f*ckin' dummy

Exterminate him
Hid his body like a f*ckin' mummy
Meds up in my cup, bitch
All I drink is muddy

I be full of pills, bitch
Like a f*ckin' druggy
Money on the way, nigga
You could never rush me

I just bought a Drac
And that shit came straight from Russia
Stuff a wood with gas
Got my lungs bustin'

Don't hit my phone
Unless it's bout money
I don't want no discussion

If a nigga feel a way
Let some hollows touch him
Nigga, you a house slave
You don't come outside (boy)
Nigga, I riding with the gang

My bros down to slide
If you play, you lay
Finna make some mamas cry
Niggas in the kitchen
Whippin' chickens like Popeyes

My bros in the burbs
He just servin' up some white guy (white boy)

Niggas on dick
They watchin' playin' eye spy
I'ma split a nigga wig
Put em on fox 5
Nigga, play you lay

Nigga died tryin'
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Writer: Atm Evol
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