Quandale Dingle

Oh my God, Kinden stop playing with me Let's go Yeah, Quandale on the beat In the front seat You know that I'm pushin' P (hah) Gotta free me Rest in peace Daquavius He really from the streets He was out there when we got beat At the McDonald's (hah) Straight from the streets In the hood we bring out the choppa Sippin' that lean, my .40 finna sweep My ice doing dances, my money is clean Pull out the Draco, leave that boy bleeding Ride in a phantom, hold him for ransom Say it's Quandale, then throw a tantrum (hah) Free him from jail, go spin the block Say he an opp, we gonna send shots Straight hit the Henny, the Molly, the lean Say that you trippin', boy you can't read Say someone snitching, we gonna air it out (let's go) Drop a few racks, Amiri my pants Quandale's in jail, that's really sad Gucci my jacket, toss me the bag Put on the ski mask, we gonna bust a cap Ballin' like Jayson Tatum that's facts (hah) Free Quandale Dingle Did nothing wrong Rest in peace Daquavius He was from the slums He didn't do nothing But he got shot by a gun Ima say it now, you really are a bum (hah) Say it now Say it again You gonna mess with us We gonna spin Choppa hit yo head Leave you for dead Bullets hit yo brain, leave her on read Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Dingle He was just single All this ice You can call him Kris Kringle Call him Kris Kringle (Yeah) You can call him Kris Kringle (Let's go)