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tap it - ot7 quanny & fastmoney ant lyrics

[intro: fastmoney ant]
n*gga
uh

[verse 1: fastmoney ant]
i’m in the ‘raq, and it’s hot out, gettin’ that ashin’
opps don’t be out when it’s crackin’, we move sh*t ’round, n*ggas packin’, ayy
i’m 5’9″, but it’s a fat 7 in my jacket, n*gga
we spin opps’ sh*ts, peep they head out and we tap it
hollows hot, come feel ’em, catch an opp, we peel him
just got off facetime with quanny, on my way, p, a pop wheelies
we grew up off dice and lean, savages while watchin’ disney
wreck your neck, b*tch, better not kiss me
they threw shots, we threw back frisbee
n*gga, b*tch can’t pick me, i pick b*tches
i want pints of lean for christmas, another n*gga down like christians
how lil’ bro don’t want no features? they want pounds and gun extensions
gunpowder up on my hands or sneakers, that sh*t came for spinnin’

[verse 2: ot7 quanny]
let a n*gga lay a hand on me, then i bet— uh
let a n*gga lay a hand on me, then i bet he get shot
you said you the voice of the northside, you know the f*ck you not
real dope boy, i still rock my all*white air forces
your baby, this a ‘rari truck, what, you can’t see them horses?
i ain’t never goin’ broke, i got two main resources
mommy out there cryin’, they left her son brains in the street
i was in the trap playin’ with them birds, you’re just like dominique
i could show you how to make a brick, just pass me the pot
had to put my faith inside my wrist ’cause that was all i got
yeah, that was all i had, in brown paper bags
p*ssy better not get caught lackin’, we gon’ spank that ass
yeah, they call me sos, say i get to that cash
yeah, they call me sos, say i get to that cash
i feel like i’m gucci, man, my neck, wrist filled with ice
i can show you how to work that chopper, you don’t know what that’s like
in and out the bank, i keep fillin’ trash bags up
he was walkin’ with his head down, they hit his ass up
b*tch broke my heart, i turned my back and ran my racks up
i’m as cool as f*ck and micro out, you think you fast, huh?
new shirt on, mr. t, i got on all my ice
all this f*ckin’ dog sh*t in my bag, pass me some wipes
seen a real k!ller cry terrorist ’cause guilty was the verdict
i was in my cell scr*pin’ my knife until my hands was hurtin’
i save all the hundreds, go to louis v to spend the twenties
i got three sons, they need they daddy, i gotta get this money
(n*gga), i gotta get this money
i got three sons, they need they daddy, i gotta get this money
[verse 3: fastmoney ant]
my bro [?] watch pages, soon as they drop long, last, we rush ’em
i don’t gotta pay ’em, they want bodies bad as me, they huntin’
if it’s that, it’s that, speedin’, spilled lean in this track
i don’t gotta pay for cat, b*tch, get wet soon as i land
i was savage as a kid, i’m the rubber band man
big*ass 40, tryna blow that b*tch, i just f*cked up my hand
tryna push this b*tch, i’m thuggin’ straight out, waist drank on my pants
i’m outside, three hundred blackout, chopstick, just upped on my fans
n*gga
just upped on my—
i’m outside, three hundred blackout, chopstick, just upped on my—
you know what i’m sayin’? you know what i’m sayin’? talkin’ ’bout

- ot7 quanny fastmoney ant lyrics

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