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quantity - brian abell lyrics

i am a prodigy
i smoke alotta weed
i smoke quality
i sell quantity
they say life is what you make it
take that shot n hope you make it
i just do this sh*t for fun
nd im not trynna be the greatest
n*ggas waiting for this drop
feaning
like they loosing patience
stay hitting up my phone
cause that n*gga is a patient
he just want his medication
roll that herb n get to blazing
straight satisfaction
like a n*gga feel amazing
straight to the money
cause that bag im always chasing
n i stay stacking bread
so these n*ggas always hating
kushman up on es beat
and kush is my blunt
nd i dnt mean to be blunt
but i don’t give f*ck
grab the liquor fill my cup
take a sip n then a gulp
get some orange juice
with a lil bit of pulp
you married to that hoe
well im married to these bucks
pockets to full
n my safe been gettin stuffed
pockets stay full
n now my places is nice as f*ck
trap smart in es strees
n*gga don’t press your luck
i started out
young trapper
witha grit
soild it quick
den et grit
became a zip
steady moving
that zip
turned into zips
talk to much n*gga just
zip up yo lips
back to the stove
grab the scale
grab the kit
get the stack
witha toolie
on my hip
el chapo
got the draco
witha d*ck
n i keep a glock
red dot
it hold 30 in the clip
call et bihh bayblade
im finna let her rip
left the scene bl**dy
b*tch n*ggas finna drip
coroner’s come in
body bags getting zipped
had to get ea n*gga talking
had em hanging of a cliff
slapped et n*gga up
had to fatten up his lips
up the glock on em
n now he getting pistol whip
n*gga ain’t talking
time to empty out the clip
n*gga wouldn’t talk
n now his body laying limp

- brian abell lyrics

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