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Quality Control - Back On

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]
I'm back on
I invested in myself, that mean I'm black owned
I did this from out the trenches, that's my backbone
Free lil' bro he gone again, he just came back home
Make my money match my outfit, I got racks on
Had to cut off all the leeches tryna latch on
Watch my man run up 200 off a trap phone
Bet my dogs handle the business, I'ma rap on
We put dicks inside our Glizzys, call 'em strap ons
If you ever disrespectin', you get slapped on
I done really ran my check up off of rap songs
Everything I say no cap even with my hat on
Got caught up in a blog, I was with a redbone
Then I plead the fifth, put on my headphones
Lookin' at my bitch I know I'm dead wrong
I'ma keep this pimpin' 'til my headstone
Still talking in codes on the jail phone
Tryna say lil' bruh a rat, but who he tell on?
Just whatever, with whoever how we gon' come
Don't play in no band but we got sticks and drums, they go dum-dum-dum

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid
Yesterday went 4x4, today I'm finna coupe it
I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth
Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie

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