(Quincy Tellem)

Bad vibes in the city, I posted this gritty
I'm servin' these nittys today, yeah
Some shit that I didn't want to face and I had to face it (I had to face it)
I had to find out the hard way that they got two faces (they got two faces)
And I looked down (Louis Vuitton) all on my laces

When I look down (Louis Vuitton) all on my
I'm with the treaty, flooded in Fiji (yeah)
Told you I'm going, didn't believe me
She couldn't please me, she had to leave me
Bring out the Louis V, bring out the GG (yeah)
I need a tight one, she pull up, she call it the night run (skrrt)
When she suck on the tip, I might cum (gone)
It's Gelato, I roll up a light one (let's go, let's go)

I'm sick of two faces, I'm sittin in silence
I'm counting my blessings (yeah)
Hit up the spot and I grease it
I'm running from feds, had to tie up my laces, no patience
I love when they showing me hatred, I'm goin' harder than ever, no waiting
I go all in, I turn it to Vegas
Thankful for all that my parents done gave us
This money can't come to the grave with me
So I'ma stack it, leave it for my kids
And I know some bruddas that fuck with some bruddas
I'm droppin' them change and they will get rid
I know some lifers and I know some cappers
They probably went dappers the way they behave (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody come give my lawyer a raise, ah
Somebody come tell these guys, we don't race, nah

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

And I been through wars with my brothers
Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, whoa
What you know about the cold in the summer?
Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, whoa

I'ma be here for sure, you know
I don't buy her Céline, Dior
I come sick like DiCaprio
Huncholini, I'm the captain
Yeah, I grew up in the hood (grew up in the hood)
Hustle for that money like you should (money like you should)
They don't wanna see you do good (see you do good)
But they would probably be me if they could now, yeah
Feelin' like I'm so misunderstood, make 'em understand
Always made her happy with this wood, all these rubber bands
She just want the boy, she don't want no other man (no way)
So she know we got the upperhand

And I been through wars with my brothers
Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, whoa
What you know about the cold in the summer?
Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, whoa

And I been through wars with my brothers
Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, whoa
What you know about the cold in the summer?
Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, whoa

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Writer(s): Adam Janecek, Hritik Pattni, M Huncho, Nathan Adams, Quincy Ferreira