[Chorus: Quin NFN]
I've been talkin' shit, better find you a n***a to hate on
Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on
Want a whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown
Bitch, it won't take long, I need it right now (Cio)
We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now
Gon' stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now
I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the White House (Bitch)

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
N***a talkin' 'bout what? Ayy, you better get back
A whole lot of TECs like a text, so we'll send that (Grrah)
This should have came with some fries, it's a big MAC
If my n***a don't got it, I got it, I'll give that (Got it)
We getting thе work out, give us a six pack
They gon' OD off the flow, this that crinack (Crinack)
Wе know your bitch ass hatin', what the fuck is you gettin' at?
'Cause we'll push up and come spin that (Spin that)
He think he gettin' on the map and get wiped off (Baow)
These different diamonds, look good with the lights off (Ayy, bitch)
He acting dirty, we spray him like Lysol
Hot box the Airbnb with some Pine-Sol
'Bout to get in the air like a pilot then fly off
We slangin' iron in the field but don't like golf (Baow, baow)
Used to be tax free, now I do write-offs
Bro pushin' keys, we can have us a type-off (Bitch)
Went from a Porsche to a Beamer, then Benz on 'em
Didn't give me nothin' and I got revenge on 'em (Ha-ha)
We look through the scope, we gon' put the whole lens on 'em
Hoes trying to fuck me, I put all my friends on 'em
Money not money, you n***as ain't got none (Ain't got it)
Pull up and drop 'em and let there be bygones (Baow, boaw)
My little bro on parole so he cannot be by guns
I put my hands on her ass, trying to hike some (Hike it)
She dropped the ball then got fucked up (Uh)
Ayy, keep telling me that I lucked up (How?)
Ayy, n***a's shit really trash, get a dump truck (Bitch)
Ayy, had to play like I'm broke just to come up (I did)
Ayy, better watch what you say, can't rewind that (Can't rewind that)
I got the bezel, bust down where the time at (Lot of cash)
Suited up and we ready for combat (Baow, baow)
Ain't hit a lick before I had a contract (Bitch-ass n***a)
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
My little n***a come like, "Where he hidin' at?" (Uh-huh)
He come out, put that K where his mind at (Grah)
Sneaky link blowing my line, I declined that (Damn)
New opp pack, you get high off of contact (Ha)
He drop a dot on his block, we come bomb that (Bitch n***a)
N***a fuckin' with 4, I can't find that (Go tell 'em)
Need a shirt, bitch, you can't get your bro back (Uh-uh)
Up the blick, make a opp do a four flat (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I won't tag on the net, it's toe tag (Uh)
Body bag, somebody get stretched
X'd out, bro be geekin' for wreck (Geek)
She got her ass out, she a freak for a check (Got it, got it)
Drop a bag off, they be ready to step (Damn)
Wherever we catch 'em, we leaving them there (On gang)
We got dead n***a weed in the air
Icy n***a but I keep my heat everywhere (Ice, ice)
Icy n***a but I tuck the fire when I go
Play, we put a fuck n***a down under the floor (Come on)
We brought a hundred-something rounds to the show (Boom, boom)
Send it up in this bitch 'fore I go like a ho
Probably fuckin' his bitch and he ain't even know
Before I signed a deal, we was kickin' in doors
Now I'm hot like the top of the stove (Hot)
And I still will go post on the block with the bros (Bitch)
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
I've been talkin' shit, better find you a n***a to hate on (Damn)
Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on (Damn)
Want a whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown (Damn)
Bitch, it won't take long, I need it right now (Huh?)
We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now (Damn)
Gon' stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now
I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the White House, hold on