Quagen lyrics

[Intro]
(Chubby goin' crazy crazy)
Oh my God
Huh

[Chorus]
You ain’t outside, what we been through
n*ggas 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 f*cking enemy
Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve
Take it

[Verse]
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, f*ck 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 b*tches, 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 b*tches be messy, I send them to Telly's
Kick us a Chevy
Them n*ggas pus*y and softer than teddies
Pop me a Perc' this the real one, no Fetty (Oh, oh)
[Chorus]
You ain't outside, what we been through
n*ggas 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 f*cking 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)
n*ggas 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 f*cking enemy
Really getting money, edgy that's the sleeve
Take it