Quiet!

Shooters all over my back
I just be used to the pack
I just pull up in a hummer while dodging the bullets
And then I be sending it back
Thought I be up against k9s
But nah they puppies
They barking like that
I ain't got time to be showing no
Scooby-doo snacks to find you
So fuck where you at
The fuck out my face
It's time to get back
To where shit was my way
She been at my place
A couple times now
Yo hoe on my side
Better cut to the Chase
Cut to the Chase
It's a cut to the cake
Ain't even mine
But i'm all bout the taste
Fuck the opps they beeen
Long time trynna get on my face
But they on to me late

40 bands all on my feet
223 into my pistol
I got it right here in my belt with me
So I can just blick you
Yo girl be fucking with somebody
Else but you seem like the issue
The way that you crying all day
It feel like you needed a tissue

Ain't gon' stop
Told you I shoot you until you drop
Always be aiming for head, no top
Bullet proof vest ain't a Chance it block
Running the city until I stop
I Don't want fame but I want my guap
Part of my mission is selling rocks
Put a bitch back in her place, no thots

Put a bitch back in her place, no thots
But she came too hot
Went to Poland but just walked
I ain't lil yacht
Walked outside it's cold as fuck
Like it's Canada
I'm from there but not your spot
West coast is my block
West coast is my block
West coast is my block
West coast is my block