Go Grizz Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (winner's circle) Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (yeah) Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke" Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy) He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin' I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin' Put him on the news, we bringin' the static Handguns and them automatics Chasin' in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up" I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what? Ayy, bitch Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah? I told her, "Drop her drawers" And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls She got some magical jaws, yeah Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag Bitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbags
Go Grizz Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (winner's circle) Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (yeah) Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke" Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy) He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin' I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin' Put him on the news, we bringin' the static Handguns and them automatics Chasin' in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up" I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what? Ayy, bitch Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah? I told her, "Drop her drawers" And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls She got some magical jaws, yeah Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag Bitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbags They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?" 'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit Vvs on my neck and they froze and shit Hit her one time and she actin' out Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out My chopper it kick like a kangaroo When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude But they tryna be, but it's not easy Hol' on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin' Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do? I got 'bout four, five choppers when I'm ridin' in my coupe Ay bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (yeah) How many guns I got? A lot And bitch, we trapping' spot to spot And you would think this shit is gumbo but it's dope up in the pot And bitch, my pockets is on swol', and it's lookin' like a knot Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot (gang, gang) Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag, but she don't get nothin' Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin' I spend guala in public, all my niggas, they do what I do, like puppies Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin', in the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin' (yeah) I might wet him like a swimmin' pool Or just like some fuckin' lube I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude But they tryna be, but it's not easy Hol' on, it's not easy I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin' Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y Beezy The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy If I said it, I said it, and I mean it Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'
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Long poles ain no fishin, dis a hittem from a distance, add a scope enhance the vision, I keep a mop like a kitchen
Big bars
Qur- Reck make sure u ain’t slippin
Long poles aint no fishing, dis a hittem from a distance,add a scope enhance the vision I keep a mop like a kitchen
Here before it blows.
Never blew oof
Dam This instrument cold azz Hell. 808 killing My Bass. NLE Choppa. Quinnfn. Flawless Victory.
Quin Carried tf outta choppa 🤔🔥
Leak Plug I mean it is his song...
HoodNaruto fr😂
the “her tongue was on my balls” was fire dont lie
@@ARCHIVE_LR_M_J_ "might just pull up and shoot up the school" you do you choppa
It’s Quine song
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Can I use this as background music?
Yeah sure
Prod. CT Can I still earn profit from the video with this as background music?
Yeah you can, just give me a credit
Prod. CT fa sho
@@ceetybouncinII uh this is not ur song its quinnfl song and chopps thanks for insturenmental but im give u lil bit a credit
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Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (winner's circle)
Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (yeah)
Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke"
Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy)
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin'
I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automatics
Chasin' in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden
If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up
Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
I told her, "Drop her drawers"
And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
Bitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass
I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbags
What is this 808 called
@ceetybouncin II
If you made this beat, can I use it in my videos? Since technically you reproduced it
Yeah u can
Choppa carried the beat🔥🔥
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Go Grizz
Yeah, yeah yeah, ayy (winner's circle)
Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS (yeah)
Keep the strap up on my hip, they say, "Lil' chop a dyke"
Hit her from the back one time, I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (yeah, ayy)
He sayin' that I'm lyin' every time I'm rappin'
I'm knockin' his tops, he think's that I'm cappin'
Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
Handguns and them automatics
Chasin' in that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
Lil' bro in the field, doin' drills like Madden
If a fuck nigga play we gon' fuck it up
Got my strap in the seat, tell 'em, "Buckle up"
I ain't gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
I told her, "Drop her drawers"
And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
She got some magical jaws, yeah
Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
Bitch, you know I ain't totin' a pro mag
Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch-ass
I'm leavin' niggas layin' in the mud for fuckin' shitbags
They say, "Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?"
'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
I'm the one buyin' her clothes and shit
Vvs on my neck and they froze and shit
Hit her one time and she actin' out
Red beam on my strap like I'm backin' out
And I full lotta bowls when I'm packin' now
Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain't flashin' out
My chopper it kick like a kangaroo
When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'
Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
I got 'bout four, five choppers when I'm ridin' in my coupe
Ay bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there's steak stuck in my tooth (yeah)
How many guns I got? A lot
And bitch, we trapping' spot to spot
And you would think this shit is gumbo but it's dope up in the pot
And bitch, my pockets is on swol', and it's lookin' like a knot
Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot (gang, gang)
Ayy, she want a bag, and I got a bag, but she don't get nothin'
Ayy, got a whole cash, and I'm livin' too fast, mama couldn't do nothin'
I spend guala in public, all my niggas, they do what I do, like puppies
Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin', in the Yo with a Polo on, bro, I'm cookin' (yeah)
I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
Or just like some fuckin' lube
I'm fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
Mechanical choppa because I'm ridin' with a lotta tools
This nigga tried to rob me so you know I had to drape the dude
But they tryna be, but it's not easy
Hol' on, it's not easy
I be blessin' the mic, but I'm not sneezin'
Quick to get on a bitch like I'm Y Beezy
The car got no ceilin', I'm not Weezy
If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
Lotta green in my pocket, I'm not vegan
Got a whole lotta music I'm not leakin'