Quagon Not Tris ft. Luh Jlo Lyrics

Fuck the fire, we got grease

Crackin' harder than a bitch, can't work no 9 to 5

Can't function with your ass if you ain't down to slide

You don't wanna hang around my gang, cause we know I'm the fly

Jump out the whip, I'm tryna get them shit, girl

Ain't tryna crash out, no, I gotta get this bread

I only want the head tap, ain't tryna hit no legs

I treat a bitch bad quick, like they do look mad

If the nurse read this crib, stuff it in the shed

Come take a trip with me, baby, hop up on these pills

All rats must die, I be killin' pigs

Nigga, I'm not playin' checkers, I'm playin' chess

Uh-uh, turned they back on me, so I shot his chest

Uh-uh, bitch tryna play, so I choked her neck

You niggas better sit down, y'all don't want no risk

I just threw a fuckin' part 10 to my hot chick

They like, why you usin' all them drills? Cause I like that

Just hopped on the interstate, I'll be right back

I hope you know once you gone, can't get your life back

Just fucked your bitch face for two hours, come get your wife back

Be with them kid boys, don't leave your whip, cause you get hijacked

I got some petty and some pussy on the floor, but I can't sidetrack

Sick, I only hit a body part, I got a iPad

You reach for these, ain't no question, you gon' die jacked

I'ma have my way with this, boy, I can't hide that

This shit about the pussy, if you tweet, then you gon' die

Send a hollow 32 at his ass, he in the sky

If he ever say he touch me, you just know that shit a lie

Hell yeah, you know I'm dumpin', I just make some shit at five

I'm in the kitchen whippin' up and I ain't tryna make no pie

I told the plug I need it now, I'm tryna get my damn supply

Don't stop trippin', I ain't tryna be up in no damn drought

You in that room, you gotta learn to shut your mouth

I had to learn the hard way, don't bring no hoes to the house

Man, my only fuckin' fear is to hang around the mouth

I get shut up by some hot bitches, trouble we is not snitchin'

Get up on him, put it in his back and left his body glitchin'

You wanna learn about the game, boy, you better fuckin' listen

He gotta die, he in the way, he keep on makin' disses

Huh, I'm my life, I can't lie, that shit wack

I'm the type to spend it all, then go get that shit back

Keep on trickin' on that bitch, that's why your pockets goin' flat

I'm in this cap high as hell, boy, just know I got my strap on

Dumb ass nigga, cheap ass, weak ass nigga

I'm your mama

Jack just won a drink