Pint Of Quagen lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch
Yeah, give that boy somethin' in there

[Verse]
Drop a new whip, throw some tint on it
Cook the dope raw, put some fent' on it
Boss a b*tch up, throw a kid on her
He gamblin' with his life, put a hit on him
I made it out myself, ain't have a big homie
Now I walk around with some dog sh*t on me
I paid twenty-five thousand for that 6 on me
Nephew said he wanted heat, I threw a brick on him
b*tch, yeah, it's time to grind
Damn near passed up every rapper, I ain't stop in line
Boy, them verses ain't workin', need to stop tryin'
I upgraded to a 50 from a Glock 9
I did some heavy sh*t talkin' to put the team on
He try to run from these problems, cut the beam on
b*tch, I like my pop poured up thick and my weed strong
Damn, I couldn't wait until that day to put the team on
Out in Oakland smokin' all the Runtz with a head cold
Real Money Counter, b*tch, put that on my headstone
Y'all caught a charge, you told on your mans, boy, you dead wrong
I just made 6K in profit off some reg 'bows
I had to get it out the basement for you n*ggas hatin'
I'm all about my blue cheese with a strip of bacon
I had to kill a bomboclaat, now my b*tch Jamaican
I bust her down the first night, we had a situation
I call my white boys out west, I need a pint of Quagen
I got like seven scripts to fill, we need to find some patients
Walkin' through the White House with that 40 like I'm Ronald Reagan
Hate when n*ggas actin' like they tough, then drop a statement
Pull up with that 3.00 Blackout, I'm finna rock a baby
b*tch, my life gucci every day just like I'm Radric Davis
Told a b*tch, "I'm tryna have a baby, when you ovulating?"
I done drunk too many Wocky pints, got me constipated
I'm smokin' on some Gucci Runtz, this a designer eighth
I f*cked that lil' b*tch for free but gave her mama eight
Hump it hard, now push her walls back, I'm off a Oxy 80
Met a new plug with a doc, we goin' Wocky crazy
Pour an eight, pour an eight, f*ck it, drop a pint
Damn, I caught a body in New Jersey, call Isaac Wright
Your jeweler hit you with them lab diamonds, couldn't find the ice
I'm tired of sippin' lean in cream sodas, bro, grab a Sprite
My auntie'd come suck your di*k right now for a half a pint
You could make a milli' in one year if you stack it right
Tryna get some 'bows back to the crib, you gotta pack it twice
Made my way up out the trenches fast, I had an active life