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OT7 Quanny
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[Intro]
Pyro made it

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
You said you gettin' cash, where it's at, I think you finished
Lil broski get the Glock, then click it, click it, click it
Please don't trust me, I'ma get you crossed like a Christian
I'm just tryn' fuck you baby, I ain't tryn' kiss it
We gon' get the money, money, then we get the bitches
Yeah, I think lil baby mad, I fucked her friend 'cause she a [?]
Plus she wanna throw it back, just like a flea flicker
You know it's Dior Dior, Louis V, Chrome Hearts, everything
Just a young North n***a gettin' guap, drank

[Verse 2: NR Boor]
Stickin' to that cold, n***a what you on?
Dissin' on the gang, that shit gon' get 'em gone
I bought me some Louis, mix that shit with Chrome
I forgot my chain, but I still got my pole
Watch me shoot a movie, like I'm LouieKnows
Lil bro up that toaster, turned a n***a ghost
She think I'm the goat, so she gon' give me throat
Switchy on that glick, that shit gon' put 'em on~

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
You shoot that n***a in his face, his head on fire like Ghostrider
Bitches on my, you know what, my pockets like flouride
All these blues inside my pocket, I feel like the Xanman
I ain't see y'all bitches, callin' me rubber band man
Look at my wrist, that bitch big as fuck like the Sandman
We just bought a choppa, that bitch came from every wrist
Yeah, it's that n***a shoppin' in the mall, Glock with stick in it
You ain't gettin' money n***a, you must be kiddin' me
You tryn' stuff 20 inside my skinny jeans, it won't fit in it
[Outro: OT7 Quanny]
You shoot that n***a in his face, his head on fire like Ghostrider
Bitches on my, you know what, my pockets like flouride
All these blues inside my pocket, I feel like the Xanman
I ain't see y'all bitches, callin' me rubber band man
Look at my wrist, that bitch big as fuck like the Sandman
We just bought a choppa, that bitch came from every wrist
Yeah, it's that n***a shoppin' in the mall, Glock with stick in it
You ain't gettin' money n***a, you must be kiddin' me
You tryn' stuff 20 inside my skinny jeans, it won't fit in it