Andale (feat. Offset & Moneybagg Yo)

Quality Street Music I'm really like that Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it My opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed Don't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin' Neck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji Prada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia Cool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader Niggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon Nigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him Fuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it Two dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin' Ratchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas Don't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her I'm in the back like the president Beautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence No, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy Out the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín Bitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene Catch a body, that young nigga made the team Dope of the pills, my man's, he got it A minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it I keep a nigga with the stick outside He don't want smoke, put your pride to the side Nigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die Energy fire while I go in the sky Ain't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone) My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah) I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload And everythin' I got exposed My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa) Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah) Louis V on the side of my boots I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce) Never lackin', pistol packin' If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo) Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap) I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa) I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)