Letras
Young QT, hotter than a pot of, n***a, n***a
Young QT, hotter than a pot of grits, n***a
Young QT, mister, I can take your beats
All the kids watch me, how the fuck I'm posture quick
Hit the yo and show my ass that shit can turn me to a reach
Drinking whole like Halloween, I'm out here catching all these chicks
Smoke that dope and kick my feet, don't live my life like it's a dream
Need to put me in the gym, I really ball like Cocorine
Fuck them cracker, take me in, I hit the gat like Cocodine
Fuck them cracker, take me in, I hit the gat, you know I spin
I smoke a wood, the room smoke dope, nah, this ain't no steam
I'm in the truck, I ain't going to sleep like I'm on a beam
I don't trust that bitch, she just after what's in my jeans
I told her if they fucking, then bring some friends for the team
I'm balling like I'm Jordan, I should've went to the league
I don't fuck with groupie bitches, I treat them hoes like some fiends
I got a connection with the plug, now there's extra grounds in the P's
I been had these bitches on my dick since a young nigga
Probably had your bitch, but I don't wanna tell you, come get her
I ain't gonna make her end up friends, I don't kiss that scissor
Pour that drink and sun kiss, I'm on Snooze, I'll scissor
Find that block where they set that rock and they let them shots out
These niggas fake, when you head it to the top, they gon' run up, get your nut
Play with my kind, I come through swinging these niggas, be like Topgolf
I'm like, where they dig, down, nigga, get it big
Color purple, silly, you can see it when I peace, nigga
Need a bigger scale, like I'm selling fucking feasts, nigga
Free my nigga, rail in that jail like a reach, nigga
I'm gon' drop a bag on her head before my wreaths, nigga
Big 600, I'm a money-making bitch
Taking chances, getting rich, don't ditch some shit I can't forget
Chasing money in my sleep, I wake up, feel like I'm the Grinch
Stack this shit up just for me, I ain't got no time to recompense
Niggas in these feelings, going outside about a bitch