Testo Intro - Quality Control feat. Migos, Lil Yachty & Gucci Mane
Testo della canzone Intro (Quality Control feat. Migos, Lil Yachty & Gucci Mane), tratta dall'album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2
Hah
DJ Durel
Burr
Hah
Money
It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)
Gave my jeweler an M and told him, "Ice the club" (Ice me up, burr, burr)
She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, cookie)
'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (Uh!, glacier, glacier)
All us got coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)
Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)
Youngest in the room (Yeah)
Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)
Sawed-off pump go boom (Boom)
Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon
I reserved his daughter for June (Yeah)
Beat that pussy to a tune (Skrrt, skrrt)
Iceberg, ice trays
We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)
White ice, dark shades (Yeah)
They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze
I can get sick with the jewelry, no A's
And my hundreds old, just look at the age (Wow)
I get the bag and walk on the stage
Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age
(Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)
Gucci Mane a plug
If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs
If I ain't even know Quavo, probably think he sellin' bud
Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs
(Fah, fah, fah), niggas shootin' in the club
Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)
Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)
Thirty bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&M)
Get in there
Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
Frigidaire
I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair
Looky there
Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear
Get 'em out of here
I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair
Get in there
Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
Frigidaire
I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionair
Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair
Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear
Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah
My diamonds singin' like Gladys
They gon' shoot out the window, want Addys
We got baddies on baddies on baddies
Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally
Drippin' too much, I can't put on New Balance
We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)
Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)
Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)
I can't go out like Titanic (No)
Ice on my wrist is gigantic (Bling)
Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)
Glacier Boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)
Baby girl, settle down (Settle)
Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)
Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round (Hah)
Graow, graow, graow, they gon' air it out
Woo, woo, Lil Boat
And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man
Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me
Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it
Big cash too, I'm talking seventy-five pointers and up
Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'
Flawless diamonds and all that
Put them lil' ass diamonds away
I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away
Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?
It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?
All my watches cost over fifty, bitch
And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry 'cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry
Every time you say stop buyin' jewelery I'ma go buy more jewelry
Yeah, I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?
Look at, look at this ring I just bought
Oh, you just married your girl? I married myself
Check this ring, you feel me?
I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man
And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me
That shit ain't money to me
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? We them Glacier Boyz
Lil Boat
Yeah that's our intro, ho
Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out
Just like that, you feel me
That shit was too hard
Keep talkin' 'bout jewelry, nigga
Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch
You feel me? Talkin' shit
That shit was hard, bro
Credits
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Miles Parks Mccollum, Marcus Darnell Slade
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