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quiet time - styles p lyrics

[intro]
to remember… april 7th… last kiss… compilation… summer time…… a.p. … ock mixtape… coming soon… but now…… the heart is out… ever

[verse 1: styles p]
i been through alotta changes
met alotta strangers
outta town
i got down
that’s alotta danger
10 years in the game
that’s alotta anger
alotta wickedness
alotta k!llas
alotta snakes
alotta fakes
and alotta of the lil mrs.’s
that’s tryna get you for your riches’s
yeah
but stay on point like a pencil kid
aim it at the temple kid
and don’t even come out
they say the game’s all mental kid
catch me in the rental kid
imma show you how i ride
this is s*dot, p*dot
juicе bar, weed spot
pull a bar, studio
good book, he not
imma make you bleed op
walk with the 9 so thе sh*t made me beebop
time is money
i’m lookin at the c*lock
ice cold and cool
but you gon’ leave hot
[chorus: straw]
yeah that’s my sh*t
four*fifth, four chrome
rubber grip silencer equipped when it’s on (that’s my sh*t)
rifle stand big, a.k
eye in the lens scope lookin for that payday (that’s my sh*t)
owned a sawed*off shotgun
hand on the pump
drop 10 but i’m that one (that’s my sh*t)
till the feds come get a n*gga
imma let the tray*eight or .44 pivot n*gga (that’s my sh*t)

[verse 2: straw]
till the feds come get a n*gga
might be in the civic n*gga
two cars behind
wit’ your money on my mind
see the handguns is squeezin’ n*gga
walk through your block
but i never lose my pivot n*gga
let me paint you the image
medal in your mouth
but i’m far from a dentist
aiming out the house
and they get it when you vintage
in the vella on the isle
but i’m only there to visit n*gga
you know s*dot, t*dot
r to the a
chrome dubs on the z drop
g*lock
9.m.m. in the bleep socks
he pop, he drop
n*gga this is d*block
where you learn from the og’s
how to get you 1’s
how to mingle with the dope fiends
never hustle dumb
get it why you low*key
always keep a gun
from them n*ggas on that sh*t
[chorus: straw]
yeah that’s my sh*t
four*fifth, four chrome
rubber grip silencer equipped when it’s on (that’s my sh*t)
rifle stand big, a.k
eye in the lens scope lookin for that payday (that’s my sh*t)
owned a sawed*off shotgun
hand on the pump
drop 10 but i’m that one (that’s my sh*t)
till the feds come get a n*gga
imma let the tray*eight or .44 pivot n*gga (that’s my sh*t)

[verse 3: styles p]
i wake up like time’s up rise up
my time is now, meanin’ that your time’s up
big time
big 9
you gon’ give your shine up
you don’t really want it with wild boys
bustin’ off the gun like cowboys
imma show the meanin’ of foul, boy
but bullets in they mouth like altoids
you ain’t neva bump into styles, boy
one in the goose coat
one in the pantalon
my n*ggas come through mad deep like the antline
probably the reason for whoever they can’t find
dolo i’m dangerous
just like a landmine
n0body step wrong
n0body rep wrong
i’m around
you shouldn’t have your baguettes on
all i need is a match
a couple gallons of exxon
and i don’t give a f*ck who came with they vest on
n*gga
[chorus: straw]
yeah that’s my sh*t
four*fifth, four chrome
rubber grip silencer equipped when it’s on (that’s my sh*t)
rifle stand big, a.k
eye in the lens scope lookin for that payday (that’s my sh*t)
owned a sawed*off shotgun
hand on the pump
drop 10 but i’m that one (that’s my sh*t)
till the feds come get a n*gga
imma let the tray*eight or .44 pivot n*gga (that’s my sh*t)

- styles p lyrics

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