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PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Quincy
Quincy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Composer
Quincy
Quincy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy
Quincy
Producer
Sean Donoghue
Sean Donoghue
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Quincy tell 'em Quincy tell 'em, Quincy tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em Family is my anchor, they're holding me down Anchor, they're holding me down Yeah My family's my anchor, they're holding me down Some days it's Gucci just saucing me down Some days I don't know when to smile or to frown Some days I run into a flock of some clouds I'm flocking some sheep, your weed is deceased I need me like three, trap and repeat, yeah, yeah She's a freak in the sheets, there is a kilo right under the bed, yeah Baby I got all these people to feed, yeah I got some bruddas that need to be free'd, yeah I twist some haze in the sheet I'm smoking the loud when it busy in the streets, yeah She said she's loving my style, it's immaculate, yeah I told her I don't do love, I got a call from the trap again, yeah I see the quarterback, I need a sack again I got the piff, the plug, he speaks Mandarin (Yeah) Foreign language (Yeah) Smoking cabbage, everybody's here living lavish Rented Benzo, 4matic yeah (4matic yeah) Money tall like lampost, ahh, ahh I need more commas (More commas), yeah Same routine yeah for four summers, what? Beep-beep, I'm a road runner, yeah I skeet-skeet, I see the po' coming Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five) Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah Quincy got the track ready Huncho bag the pack ready Need a thousand stacks already, ahh These bruddas, bitches get a damn pedi, ahh My bruddas they're so trap giddy, yeah (Trap-trap-trap-trap-trap) Bitches showing off titties, yeah (Titties) Her pussy pinker than the note fiddy, ahh (Some pinkish pinky) More money yeah, I feel like Biggie, yeah (Smallz) Cîroc for all my guys Diddy, yeah (Let them fall) Get up on my phone Treat people like my own yeah Helping hands, showing love but in my face it's thrown So I'm here to take the throne, yeah Let these bruddas know, yeah, I got a journey on my own And yeah they can't clone, yeah, I been built this way, yeah Pour a cup for the bitch, Rosè No way, no way, no way, no way We smoke weed, we don't do cocaine, yeah Yeah, used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five) Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah Used to watch the OG's from my bedroom window, yeah Stepped out the road, now I'm a star like Ringo, yeah We're not the same, we got a different lingo, yeah Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (Twenty five, twenty five) Touched down, you know Ocho Cinco, yeah That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Writer(s): Quincy Ferreira, Mujtaba Khan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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