Quez Free lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, you know Antt did the beat
b*tch, you know Antt did the

[Verse 1]
Mr. How-The-f*ck-You-Make-It-From-The-Bottom
Extensions on the choppers, I'm a killer, not a robber
Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body
Rent, dawg, been gettin' high, why? (Tell me something)
Ayy, we been tryna catch a five, send his ass to Moxx
Quez bond a million, told Sarg' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I'll come and get you now
Tez with whatever, b*tch, you stay up out the box
Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash and my bag low, f*ck nah
I sell verses now, f*ck, dawg
Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a 'Cat
This b*tch go over two hunnid, this the one thеy gotta catch
Put a pus*y on a shirt without permission, I don't need it
Put a pus*y in the dirt for all that dissin'
I should start by doin' all my versеs out the kitchen, I'm a whippin' ass
And I ain't fightin' no more neither, Dada blick his ass

[Chorus]
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a b*tch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak b*tch and make her drag
Lately, I been pourin' fours up, droppin' five
[Verse 2]
Mr. I-Just-Bought-A-Red-Eye, I heard them b*tches dangerous
b*tch, if all them n*ggas dead, why the f*ck y'all still claimin'?
Shoot him twice and get him famous
I'll turn into the devil, momma know that I'm angel
I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my n*ggas bangin'
Big gang sh*t, I post a b*tch in the city, you think I ain't hit?
I got her f*ckin' my n*gga, we on the same tip
Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal
Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a b*tch now
Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile
I don't like no pictures, b*tch, I don't do no kissin'
I ain't squashin' sh*t and I put that on my n*gga

[Chorus]
Lately, we been dodgin' indictments
Lately, we been f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes, ridin' strikers
I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now?
Don't even ask about a b*tch if he ain't with me now
Lately, I been gettin' to the bag
Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash
But I'll still stuff a freak b*tch and make her drag
Lately, I been pourin' fours up, droppin' five