Quigstyle Lyrics

Aye Quig

Nahh Forreal (What he tell 'em)

And you know that I'm poppin' this stick

And then we gon give 'em that shit

Niggas bluffing in my dms what it do

Hop out, give his ass like two

(Nahh Forreal) Nahh Forreal

Opps dissing on the gram, Trying see what it do

If bro pull up for the one, Bet I drop him a deuce

I swear niggas real sweet, Like some motherfucking juice

And if you ain't two y's, Who the fuck is you

Niggas bluffing in my dms, Swear they ain't on shit

He think I'm worried bout him, I'm laid up with a bitch

Got the drop where he stay, Don't need a addy, Just link

Freak bitch look good but that lil pussy stink

Fat slime pearl za in a hemp

I ain't begging for no pussy, I ain't being no simp

Got thirty-three in my pants, Make me walk with a limp

Expensive meals, Steak and noodles with the lobster and shrimp

When she walk pass I'm a look but I ain't no perv

Nigga talking on the gram, Going get what he deserve

I ain't worried bout bruh, Steady bussin' them swerves

If you need some service just pull up to the curb (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)

Hoe tryna run game, it's fuck her

See her in public, Man I ain't going duck her

I'm a walk by her, Just don't speak (I'm a walk pass that bitch)

I'm a text her 'What you doing' next week

She gotta new nigga but she think I care

If I say that I want you then I'm not playing fair

She told me don't touch her, Told her I wouldn't dare

That's cap

Spot a nigga, Knock his ass off the map

Caught a shot to the chest, Two shots to the back

Niggas playing with them zips while I'm playing with them racks

Niggas bluffing on the beat, I'm giving they ass straight facts

Got pounds of the za, Might take me a nap

Don't try fuck with me if you fuck with my mans

Hit a nigga two times but that wasn't the plan

But I don't really give a fuck, Cause ten toes I'm a stand

Lil nigga too dirtyy, I ain't talking bout Dan

(Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)

If I front bruh the work, I need the backend

If she come to the spot, I'm a beat her back in

Gotta run up a ticket, So I need the packs in

Hand to hand, Get it off, Now I need the racks in

Get on your knees, I'm tryin' see what your throat do

Sending niggas straight blessings, Just like the fucking Pope do

How many shots in the stick, Like a deuce deuce

Niggas popping fake percs, Leaning off the foo foo

(Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)

Fuck a surfboard, Ride me like a horse

In a alias -yota not a Porsche

If it's smoke nigga, Let it run it's course

If you reach, I ain't showing no remorse

We going take Cashapp, Fuck a Venmo

Bro lacking in the car, That's a ten-four

He only let off two shots, You know we send more

Put that shit on his ass, That's a shit show

Gotta big G-Lock, Ain't toting no Sig Sauer

If you play, you get hit and that's just the order

Leave a nigga in the street, It was nice to know you

Boom boom boom (Leave a nigga in the street, It was nice to know you)

Aye Slime (Aye Mike), Tell 'em what we do

We going lay on his spot and pop out like 'Boo'

If his bitch with his ass, Make her ass dance too

(If his bitch with his ass, We going make her dance too)

Nahh Forreal (Make that bitch tap dance, ya hear me doe)

Nahh Forreal