Who is Quez & 90? lyrics

[Intro: Quez2rr & Various Reporters]
Investigators are still searching for the suspects from last night's double shooting–
Everybody keep askin' "Who is Quez? Who is [?] Quez2rr?"
Who is-who is Mr. [?]? Who is it, is that his name?
Multiple homicides remain unsolved–
Who is Quez what's-his-name?
Two deadly shootings overnight–
Who is Quez? f*ck is you 2rr boys?
Shortly after the sound of gunshots–
f*ck does he look like? [?], n*gga

[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Yeah (Where you from?)
Ayy, that Southside
Pop out on a n*gga, crack yo' top and leave yo' mouth wide
He steppin' wit' that new sh*t on his feet, pus*y, that's my size
Tryna' wild out, these magic, hit his ass, make his ass fly high
(H-h-how you private?) I go big, b*tch
Mask up wit' that [?] ready and walk down on 'em wit' that fat sh*t
Heard you been tryna' chill, Mr. [?], n*gga ready to go smack sh*t
Dissin' on my brother name, I'ma send Lil' X to come and straight hat sh*t
I love pounds, Glocks, and pus*y, boy
Get smacked doin' all that lookin', boy
Dawg outside, still on the block, still smokin' Quan, you could come and look for us
I love [?], but these big sh*t let off flames, it'll flip a MARTA bus
And that's it, me and big 90 ass out there, [?] n*gga ain't have heart wit' us
There's still a feeling, Dr. Sebi, I ain't get geeked up, I be trillin'
I f*ck wit' bros to go see 30, but I feel right throwin' up them bills
It's a sit down, partna' don't bring yo' friends in here, they hit they knees
[?], we bang for P's, yeah
[Verse 2: Enphamus]
Big 90, got his name off of skimpin'
I'm talm'bout best friend wit' the dishes
sh*t, I'm makin' love to a mistress
Uh, trickin' on all of my b*tches
Yeah, lotta' chains since the Eazy-E
She blockin' the buddies, ain't have nothin' to eat
I'm like a wave cap for the grease, I'm like a mouthpiece to the streets, uh
I ain't even tryna' be c*ck-eyed, know for a fact I done knocked more sh*t than Tyson
I done trucked more sh*t than the Bison
These n*ggas only gangsta' on devices
Dry-snitchin', man, you feedin' the mices
[?] I shoot when I roll wit' the dice
Two straps like I roll wit' a dyke
Big gone six years, had to send him a kite, uh
What'cha need, what'cha want? 'Cause I'm the plug like a charger
Eighty-five thousand on my f*ckin' neck, on five, you reach, I'ma bust like the [?]
Got two of my dead n*ggas in this blunt
This b*tch got pearls, just like the harbor
He say he a killa', but he was a battle rapper, n*gga, didn't you go to school at Harvard?

[Outro: Enphamus]
What? Huh?
Ain't sh*t bigger than this
I'm tellin' you this sh*t, game show-ass n*gga
This sh*t stand on business, n*gga
Step on sh*t same night
f*ck is you talm'bout?
b*tch