Quitter Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

[Verse 1]
She know I'm a zombie, that's better than a loser
Bunch of Murakami and some ice like a cooler
I just want maturity, think I need a cougar
Flippin' chickens like we workin' up at Hooters, yeah, ayy
I ain't never been a loser
Pretty boy, semi boy, still got my hand on the ruger
Goyard take charge, I'ma stomp 'em like the yard
Tear that n*gga right apart
Put a bullet in his heart
She put a bullet in my heart, where do I start?
I took sh*t too far with the Xan bar
I feel like Tarzan with these trees men
Feel like Barbara Streissand, it be singin'
I could promise I merch it
Put this sh*t in a hearse, I like chocolate b*tches like Hershey's
n*ggas sicker than herpes
These n*ggas think they can hurt me
n*ggas never could murk me
I'm a whole different person
In that Rari' I'm swervin'
I drive drunk too much, I don't give two f*cks
So what? Real n*gga when the party show up
TNT like terrorists, I pull up I'ma blow up
He was talkin' dumb to me until he got tore up
[Bridge]
Bad hoes is the only thing that I like
Pull up in that ghost, I feel like Poltergeist
That b*tch do the most..

[Verse 2]
VVS my wrist, I whip that sh*t, it's Frozone
He say he want beef, I hit em wit' a cold cut
He say he want beef, I showed up right in yo cut
Like n*gga, what's up?
Yeah I smoke on a roll, to that b*tch on the road
Feel like Kendrick Lamar, cause' I'm losin' control
Pop the Xanny, the bar, I take sh*t to the skull
.45 with 3-0, take that sh*t to the skull, woah
I just f*cked two, hoes off the shrooms
Was it two hoes? Or was it one in my room?
n*ggas talkin' dumb? Cool
I remember way back in high school
b*tch I'm a dog off the leash
That mean they f*ckin' wit me
I f*ck yo' b*tch on my team
I pass that b*tch to my team
I run the Xan with the lean, ain't really worried 'bout nun', yeah
I ain't worried bout a thing, I run the Xan with the lean
I pass yo' b*tch to my team, that b*tch up front like a leash
That mean she know I'm a beast, I am a beast in the sheets
I f*ck that b*tch, I'm elite, right
I put the crack in elite socks
Run up on me, got a big Glock
I take yo Rollie like tick, tock
I got the worst luck with the baddest girls
I do the best drugs in the saddest world
I like the diamonds and the rubies, pearls
I need it all..
Californicatin' wit a b*tch from Tacoma
Moonrock in my pocket, you know you love the aroma
Run up on me I pop it, I got my hand on my rocket
f*ck the plug lil mama, you datin' a socket
All these n*ggas they stoppin'
Rollie on me they watchin'
Don't got time for they plottin'
I know n*ggas, they poppin'
It's not an option to rob em'
Wasn't rockin' the Robins
It's Givenchy and Gucci, but I ain't go to no college