Quik Lyrics

Aye

Yuh

I got a plan

Say I gotta

I gotta

I gotta plan ooh

I gotta plot uh

I watch it rock uh

Yea

Papa's gang sign

Curve the cancerous

Only rap the things you touch

That Rav 4

Not a Lambo Truck

She friend zoned ya

You ain't fuck

You just say the things you want

I guess that cool

But not to us

Lose extremities

Not credibility

Just how we bleed

Lonely on the throne of kings

But it's fine I love my seat

Damn bro

It's no love for me

When that all I bring

Bob and weave

The vibe you breath

Throw salt

Lil bitch

Big Pop

Need a Lil Bease

Encore EP

'Evil Deeds'

Yea

We see you bitch the more you talk

The more you talk

The more you talk

The more you talk

The more you talk

Uh

I'm the god

Come get absolved

Can't knock me down

Hoe knock it off

Door is locked you better knock

Times was hard so we rock

Eat gravel for I gavel talk

Aint no 'Fee Fee' in my songs

But it's a fee for my thoughts

I need a pound for my dawgs

Couple plagues for my walls

My lady's hand inside my drawers

The easel's warped on which I draw

I move forth

Qb draw

On forth and long

Fore' too long you'll get the gist

I want the shit

All of it

My bag is colonoscopy

It's art in me

I want the smoke

Arsony

The smart don't want a part of me

Pardon me

But I just keep it G

Like when

Eddie played the monk

Bitch what's up

Look up

Best it's us

Bring ya best I shred it up

Seen the edge

Then leveled up

Since I led

I turned to lead

No letting up

If it's bread on my head I bet a bunch

But it's still lunch

If it's bread on my head I bet a bunch

But it's still lunch

But it's still

If it's bread on my head I bet a bunch

But it's still lunch

But it's still

Yea