Jay Jody - Quincy Jones Freestyle lyrics

Yeah

Hop out the bus with a bottle
I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit
Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'
Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)
Look, my daughters are good
They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home
If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?
'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone
They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)
You know I stay in the zone
All of my records are classic my nigga
Just give me some time
I'm Quincy Jones
I got too many styles and flows
I even switch up the tone
Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock
I never sleep on the job

I was just talkin' to God and
I told him "My nigga
I'm ready to be at the top"
Long as we stay in the
Kitchen just whippin' the bass
We good
Just mix it and drop
She got an ass that's bigger
Than all of my problems
Nigga, I'm stress free
I just be minding my business, my nigga
But some of these haters attack me
I'm poppin' up all on your time
Jus' stay in your lane, I found mine
My pops in heaven just looking at me
Just sayin'
Damn, about time (Wow)

Hop out the bus with a bottle
I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit
Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'
Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)
Look, my daughters are good
They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home
If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?
'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone
They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)
You know I stay in the zone
All of my records are classic my nigga
Just give me some time
I'm Quincy Jones
I got too many styles and flows
I even switch up the tone
Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock
I never sleep on the job

Look, who that motherfucker hatin'
On me? For real
How does it feel? (Wow)
Even in summertime y'all gotta
Learn to chill
I got my name on a gold plaque my nigga
So we not the same thing
You're just a phase my nigga, for real
And I am the music you're facin' (Woah)
I am a god to a goon
I am above the room
I am the pharaoh, the tomb
I am the cold in June
I am the wolf, the moon (Ooh, wow)

Hop out the bus with a bottle
I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit
Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'
Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'
Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)
Look, my daughters are good
They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home
If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?
'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone
They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)
You know I stay in the zone
All of my records are classic my nigga
Just give me some time
I'm Quincy Jones
I got too many styles and flows
I even switch up the tone
Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock
I never sleep on the job