Quick Temper lyrics

[Intro]
(Chino, that's the one up)
(Who the hell is Carlo?)

[Verse]
I got bad b*tches shakin' ass, they clappin' for a rich n*gga
Don't ask what's in this bag, it's a stick, n*gga
If you say it's smoke, won't be long until I get with you
I'll hit your ass from a distance, I'm a nitpicker
Make my lil' ho get on birth control and watch her get thicker
She don't never wanna leave me 'lone, I got a big pickle
I don't pay for pus*y, head good and I'm a big tipper
I'll up and get to shootin', I can't lie, I got a quick temper
Cute light-skinned b*tch, Lauren London, she got pretty dimples
Uh, I love it when she moan every time I stick it in hеr
She eat di*k up off the platе like a TV dinner
Tryna lie like he a killer, I see that sh*t ain't in him
Snake venom, this chopper lock your body and cause eternal bleedin'
Delusional b*tch, I f*cked her one night, she screamin', "I ain't never leavin'"
f*ck her 'til the seven, 'til we whack 'em all, it ain't never easy
I send my gangster b*tch to get all the drops, she gon' do it for no reason, for no reason
Ain't no off days in this sh*t, I'm ballin' every season
I know you stressin' 'bout that cheese, your hairline recedin'
Like Gucci back in Zone 6, I leave these n*ggas bleedin'
Grrat, grrat
1017, 26, I got it tatted
Lakers jersey with no panties, I can tell that ho from Cali'
Big king size, remember I used to sleep on the pallet
I can't stop poppin' Percs, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an addict
I'll trap a ho house out if I know she a ratchet
If they b*tchin' while you shootin', you better smack it
I'm a lil' n*gga with them hands like Manny Pacqui'
I ain't with all that actin'
And you'll never catch me lackin'