Quinn - .357 lyrics

Real nigga always keep the switchblade tucked
Access denied
That's the clique of the month
No you can not have the pack little cunt
You gon get sparked like this
Weed in my blunt when I start swinging
You better hope I don't hit you
When I shoot my shot better
Hope I don't miss you
Wanna run the block with
My motherfucking missile
Switchblade tucked, belt buckle in the middle
Real G shit, real from the block
Test my patience, you'll get shot
Nigga tried to rob me just to see what I got
357 for the motherfucking opps
Don't get shit fly as a bitch
Sitting on my throne
Stayin' fine till he snitched
Opps in the lot
And that's never gonna change
I'm with the mop, we just tryna get rich

Fuck what you heard nigga fuck on your mans
Run up on me then I'm changing your plans

Ride around the block, looking for a skin
Lowrider creeping through the
Alleyway creeping
2 AM, everybody still sleeping
When I'm out at night
I'm the fucking grim reaper
Catch me down there with
My motherfucking heater

Fuck what you heard you get put in the dirt
Switchblade on me, you can get hurt
I'm the evil that's on this fucking earth
Show me what you worth
Nigga I'm creeping so stop all that talk
I'm in your hallway I patiently stalk
You cannot hear me I quietly walk
This what you get since you wanna play cop

(Y-U-N-G-X-S T never forget that
Motherfucking name nigga
I'm the realest nigga in
This fucking game nigga
If you fucking try me you gonna get
Fucking knocked out your fucking head nigga
You understand what the fuck
I'm saying right now
You already know what the fuck going on nigga
Y-U-N-G-X-S T
Access denied 2019 we getting this shit
Let's get it motherfucker, ay)

Real nigga always keep the switchblade tucked
Access denied
That's the clique of the month
No you can not have the pack little cunt
You gon get sparked like this
Weed in my blunt when I start swinging
You better hope I don't hit you
When I shoot my shot better
Hope I don't miss you
Wanna run the block with
My motherfucking missile
Switchblade tucked, belt buckle in the middle
Real G shit, real from the block
Test my patience, you'll get shot
Nigga tried to rob me just to see what I got
357 for the motherfucking opps
Don't get shit fly as a bitch
Sitting on my throne
Stayin' fine till he snitched
Opps in the lot
And that's never gonna change
I'm with the mop, we just tryna get rich