Mr. Quaker Oats

Just get it gone

Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (get it gone)

Max spoonin' up the grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats

Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (get it gone)

Six-hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone

Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (get it gone)

Just get it gone (just get it gone)

To the people I miss, I'm still here

Transitional lens, I see clear

Still don't fuck with you and them niggas around there

Why I got the pocket rocket inside the Moncler

Stay in trouble, fits get one wear

Feds got a picture of me wanted in a one-pair

Had braids, now you see me out with cut hair

Seen through the smoke just to see it's only us there

Made it to the top just to drop it in the double-R

If I can't valet, I'ma double-park

Fuckin' with Bricks, tell the cops bring the tape and chalk

Everybody seen it but you couldn't get a statement off

Shootin' dice in the hood, Marc Jacob on

Ice in the pinky ring look like a glacier stone

With your girl but tonight I'ma send her home

Deleted all the pics, you go through her phone

Free' said, "Even though what we do is wrong"

Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone

Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone

Max spoonin' up them grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats

Always vowed to keep a bad bitch and never break the oath

Takin' quotes of them numbers, I need a better price

Can front you a cut, but you still gon' want a bigger slice

Once again, it's the life and what come with this shit

Tryna see a hundred-million plus when I'm done with this shit

Six-hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone

Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (get it gone)

My niggas quick to rob you, hit a lick then unalive you

Get your crib remodeled if you get to snitchin' in that module

Fifties in my goggles, keep that extension in my throttle

Limpin' with a hobble, niggas slippin', get hit with a hollow

Fifth of Reposado, blue tips in the clip big as the nozzle