Morray - Quicksand lyrics
[Morray - Quicksand lyrics]
Hmm, yeah hmm, yeah
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
Back in the day, man a nigga had rip jeans
Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams
Couldn't think about the money
I had broke dreams
Outfit was the match of a crack fiend
I was tryna be fly, I couldn't take off
Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight, dawg
No jacket in the winter, had the shakes, dawg
Then I said, "Fuck it, " 'cause
Something gone have to shake, dawg
Then my nigga Bobby put me on a quick lick
Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix
Interceptions, I was stealing
Caught me a pick six
In the snow pitching woe
Bitch it was brick dick
Never killed, ain't gone lie, I was tempted
He was the target
But he lucky that I missed it
I was always fucking up, was a misfit
My opportunity was knocking and I missed it
Young when I hopped off the stoop
Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coupe
Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose
Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof
Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice
You think you 2Pac, let Omar Epps loose
Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots
I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm
Growing in roots, yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
I remember chillin' at one of
My little bitch crib
'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut
Main course with the fixings
Her nigga came through
He was all on some bitch shit
Didn't know I was raw and
My hands was so gifted
Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick
Couple knots made him drop like
He drunk or he lifted
Fought another nigga after I
Thought was some kinship
Throwing up both of our sets
Which ended the friendship
Gave respect neck to neck
My nigga didn't back down
Had 'em standing up then he
Ended up back down his hands in my life now
They ended up flat now
Flat like a wing, let's see if he flap now
Had enough
It was tough only lasted about one round
KD on the bench equipped with the tre pound
Made 'em run, it was funny
He was scared of the gun sound
Made 'em shit, he a bitch
By the car he was ducked down
I ain't got no time for the fakes
The phonies, jabronies, the ops or the Jakes
My homies the only who come past the gate
I'm whacking the weeds
Cutting heads off of snakes
I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate
I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take
I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place
The reason I'm popping is all of the hate
Yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
Back in the day, man a nigga had rip jeans
Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke seams
Couldn't think about the money
I had broke dreams
Outfit was the match of a crack fiend
I was tryna be fly, I couldn't take off
Clothes falling off my ass, lost weight, dawg
No jacket in the winter, had the shakes, dawg
Then I said, "Fuck it, " 'cause
Something gone have to shake, dawg
Then my nigga Bobby put me on a quick lick
Wasn't a lot but enough for a quick fix
Interceptions, I was stealing
Caught me a pick six
In the snow pitching woe
Bitch it was brick dick
Never killed, ain't gone lie, I was tempted
He was the target
But he lucky that I missed it
I was always fucking up, was a misfit
My opportunity was knocking and I missed it
Young when I hopped off the stoop
Two doors what I floor if I hop in the coupe
Too sore from a war where I couldn't lose
Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof
Resemble young Steele 'cause I got the juice
You think you 2Pac, let Omar Epps loose
Stepping on necks with my Timberland boots
I'm planted, I'm stable, I'm
Growing in roots, yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
I remember chillin' at one of
My little bitch crib
'Bout to fuck, 'bout to nut
Main course with the fixings
Her nigga came through
He was all on some bitch shit
Didn't know I was raw and
My hands was so gifted
Boy had me chop, had get him a mix quick
Couple knots made him drop like
He drunk or he lifted
Fought another nigga after I
Thought was some kinship
Throwing up both of our sets
Which ended the friendship
Gave respect neck to neck
My nigga didn't back down
Had 'em standing up then he
Ended up back down his hands in my life now
They ended up flat now
Flat like a wing, let's see if he flap now
Had enough
It was tough only lasted about one round
KD on the bench equipped with the tre pound
Made 'em run, it was funny
He was scared of the gun sound
Made 'em shit, he a bitch
By the car he was ducked down
I ain't got no time for the fakes
The phonies, jabronies, the ops or the Jakes
My homies the only who come past the gate
I'm whacking the weeds
Cutting heads off of snakes
I'm hungry, I'm eating right off of ya plate
I want it, I'm on it, it's mine for the take
I'm stagnant, a magnet, I'm staying in place
The reason I'm popping is all of the hate
Yeah
Since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh since a jit stood tall with a kickstand
Thinking of a plan to get quick bands
Falling in deep with the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef on the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake
Bruh
Doing that put everything I love at stake
Bruh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah