Quagen

(Chubby goin' crazy crazy)

Oh my God

Huh

You ain't outside, what we been through

**** don't know what I've been through

Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Grrt)

Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze

I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy

Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve

Take it

I just want some mata, after you could leave

I can't say his name

I can't say his name, he still servin' feens

Quagen

She told me bust on her face, I'ma paint it, fuck being famous

I be high up out my mind on them stages, I almost faded (Woo)

Virgil my body, no H&M

Patience, runnin' these plays like a patriot

Sanction, I'm too official, no faking it

I like the way she be shaking it

Ed Ed and Eddy, I can't deal with certain bitches, they petty

I want the Fetty (Oh)

I took homies on a drill, he said, he was ready (Oh)

He wasn't ready

Only the bros could come to the spot, these bitches be messy, I send them to Telly's

Kick us a Chevy

Them **** pussy and softer than teddies

Pop me a Perc' this the real one, no Fetty (Oh, oh)

You ain't outside, what we been through

**** don't know what I've been through

Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Grrt)

Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze

I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy

Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve (Oh my God)

Take it

You ain't outside, what we been through (Let's go)

**** don't know what I've been through

Reach for this chain get popped like a pimple (Aye, aye)

Took a flight to Turks just to get a breeze

I ain't trippin' 'bout a fucking enemy

Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve

Take it