Single / Track

Quit My Job

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Lyrics

What the fuck 3hard? (Ayy, what these niggas on shawty?)

I just shot the .35 on that block, they can't do nothing about it

We might walk in the trap with smoke grenades and leave it partly cloudy

Yeah, her pussy good, but the way she do me, I call her probably mouthy

I just walked in that bitch with two .223s and left out with a .40

I told these niggas I was gon' pop my shit, why the fuck would they doubt me?

Speak on gang until they face the gang, put bullets where they house be

What the fuck 3hard?

I hit that stick at them, that's where they shouting

My young nigga hop out the car tryna see if he learned something at his track meet

She blow my phone up 'bout my location, this bitch keep tryna track me

I took the plug off, hit him, show no love, he keep on tryna tax me

I told this bitch she gotta pay her fare, she ride my dick like a taxi

I'm on the back seat with a big-ass stick, but I don't want child lock

He let me out, unleash the beast, walk down on him, his top getting cropped

I'm at Dunkin' Donuts, plus the Glock get off, I grab my Glock

I can't wait 'til they clear this deal, cut you 3hard, gon' quit this job

You might get popped, you up in that door, better think twice before you twist that knob

We kick in that bitch with choppers, gon' make his heart stop

You was a bitch behind that badge, why you tryna play hard cop?

I ain't venturing into a steel door, life full of hard knocks

I can't afford no Rollie right now, so I'm tryna go G-Shock

Got my young nigga with me inside the G-body, hang out the T-top

You don't wanna be my GF, you the type to get cheat on