
Visa ft. Qwandntkrash Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You weren't even a good boy, he's gone be on it, man
All out of 448, shit
Ayy, loaded 20 on a Visa
Got me thinkin' it's a rapture
In the stew, it lock up 5 on me now
but fuck the rap shit, I been up for like three days
Tryna calculate this back end, back to back, we gettin' cold
Tell that bitch I ain't no rapper, I can rest, I'm feelin' good
Might as well get in a booth
Now I know they gon' respect me, they know QDK the truth
If I tell you send your card, don't ask your friend what I'm gon' do
Get it back whenever we drop money, keep it cute
Everybody finna eat, I woke up like slayin' dragons
Me and Cutter ran it up, I ain't even gotta text shit
I ain't have to hit the road for this, that Lil' Blake comin' to me
I ain't tryna start a fam yet, but we gon' pay the seats
Pesticide, exterminate like every rat, these niggas green
Pick a side, niggas tryna come and join the winning team
Could've signed that deal, that shit was weak, they said 100K
Made a hundred plays from three to seven, playin' in the eight
Bitch, we run the city, you can't name some niggas late as us
Soon as I pop out, all them bitches tryna do me somethin'
It's 8 o'clock, I'm on a blocky on this bike, I'm hittin'
I'm in that water with them sharks, I'm tryna kill the fish
Two penny wise, not penny pinchin', only thing I know is wrong
I'll sell a bitch to you before I ever sell my soul
I'm a target, nigga, amen, I saw that church, so don't give up
Only thing you know is still, either robbin' or it's chrome
Ain't no plays and I go home, servin', and servin' strong
Fears on dick, I grab new phone, throw em' out, I switch the tone
Drop a bag, they get em' gone, got plenty highs, still sellin' lows
Power move like D-Rose, and I burnt the scale, got the cheat code
Loaded 20 on a Visa, got me thinkin' it's a rapture
In the stew, it like a 5 on me now, but fuck the rap shit
I been up for like three days, tryna calculate this back end
Back to back, we gettin' close, tell that bitch I ain't no rapper