Testo Grab a... - Quality Control
Testo della canzone Grab a... (Quality Control), tratta dall'album Quality Control: Control the Streets, Volume. 2
Tay Keith (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Tay Keith, this too hard
(What the fuck?)
B-, I'm a, b-, I'm a vet, reppin' my set
Hopped out the jet, ice on my neck (ice on my neck)
Grabbin' the TEC, keep it on deck (keep it on deck)
He say, it's smoke, then I'm leavin' him wet (leavin' 'em wet)
Holla at me, folk, it's for the low (it's for the low)
I put on a show to go to the store (go to the store)
You can't see this sh-, this b-'ll get ghost (go ghost)
Don't hit the blue lights 'cause you don't want no smoke
I'm the illest in the city
Even got the nuns, f- with me
Flippin', nah-nah, I'm committed
Know some n- rob for a livin'
Guts off-white, call it chitlins (ugh)
Let 'em hate and f- up on their b- (ugh)
N- got a problem, get up with it
N- got a problem, get up with me (ugh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ay, ay)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Hot about a thot, get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This b- don't tick or tock (uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ay, ay)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Hot about a thot, get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This b- don't tick or tock (uh)
Shawty got raw (shawty got raw)
Be bald head
Get thot, get thot like bullfrogs (like bullfrogs)
Trippin' like a bulldog (with some quiet a-)
They'll fool y'all (they'll fool y'all)
Yeah, might sh- y'all
Wanna be a shooter? I'll recruit y'all (I'll recruit y'all)
Come to my city, they'll boo y'all (boo y'all)
Prada with the Fendi (Fendi)
No, it ain't a gimmick (gimmick)
Get sport, no spinnin' (spinnin')
Geek'd up engine (engine)
Blacked on black (black)
Bat up outta - (Hell)
All my packs just came through the mail
Fuck up the weekend, I know you see me
B-, I been eatin', diamonds be speakin'
Don't get to reachin', we get to peepin'
Choppas for defense, you get the beatin'
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ay, ay)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Hot about a thot, get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This b- don't tick or tock (uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ay, ay)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Hot about a thot, get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This b- don't tick or tock (uh, uh, uh)
(What the fuck?)
Credits
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Patavious Lushun Isom
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