quagen diet Lyrics

Smokin' this crud, goin' straight to the moon

When I get a buzz, goin' straight through the roof

Where I'm at today, I ain't never had a clue

Niggas really fake and it's hard to see the truth

And it be yo own people, I ain't sayin' nothin' new

Like, I remember days I was really feedin' you

You ain't did shit for me, what you expect me to do

I don't wanna wraith, I don't really like a coupe

But if I get one, you gon' see me gettin' loose

Why these niggas so bitter, why they wanna see me loose

Made & Style, style in the studio and they all got a deuce

And we all got a zas we aint smokin' on the boof

If it's runs on the floor, then the gang throwin' oops

Love for the gang, but I don't move with no troops

I'm one of a kind you can't do what I do

I don't show my hand, I can't show you how I'm movin

Ropes in my head kinda look like Medusa

Niggas used to hate, now they wanna join the movement

They like, Corleone, how the fuck do you do it

When I'm in the zone, I don't really gotta do shit

Cut some niggas off, cause them niggas have the loose lips

Think you gettin' off, but I know you on some fluke shit

I be playin' dumb and niggas knowin' I ain't stupid

507 in the trap and I'm coolin

Blowin' big woods and y'all shit like a toothpick

The way I be talkin', you think that I'm ruthless

I'm talkin' so crazy, cause niggas be clueless

I want an empire, I feel like I'm Lucious

You fucked up yo run now you look like a doofus

You spent all your pape, now you in there recouping

Still talkin' crazy, you niggas be foolish

For them niggas that hate me, I hope that you win

But you can't bring your plate to my table again

You ain't gotta lie, cause I know what it is

I'm sonnin' these niggas, don't want no more kids

Bro diet quagen, he ain't sippin' no trish

Only care about money and cars and that's it

You only talk hoes and that shit make me sick

Let's talk about 0s, cause that's somethin' I get

Let's talk about pros, cause that's makin' more sense (cents)

When I talk about money, these niggas get tense

You can't hit my wood, cause it's gon' make you glitch

I'm true to the gang, I ain't never gon' switch

I ain't trippin' on nothin' if my money can spend

The niggas that's talkin' don't know how I live

These niggas don't have not a clue where I've been

It's a lot on my mind, so I can't go to sleep

But I know I'm gon' make it, it's days I ain't eat

They don't know about the fam, cause I keep it discreet

It's hard to trust people, lie through they teeth

If I ain't have runs, where the fuck would I be

Them hoes quick to leave, you ain't got what they need

I need some dinero if you need somethin' from me

I want a Durango, but went & got Jeep