q.c.i. cheque please (feat. cold messiah) şarkı sözleri
Are you fucking kidding me?
Isaiah
Did you take a toke before I got up?
Uh
Spiteful rap shit, kind of shit to break your back kid
Step to me, next thing you gonna see, concrete
Dollar forty for a hoe, shouldn't have shopped at dollar tree
Stack up my green, you got your greens tied up in my groceries
Ha Ha, big back, big back
Go get your rack
Silly chick, want my kids in snatch
Pulled out, big splat on her back and laugh
Don't got what it takes to be me
Hence why she drop to her knees, get to begging me
Oh Iggy please, buy me this, buy me that
Couldn't even have a normal chat
Halfway cracked, and I ain't into that
Pimping so cold
Look like I got the forty, and the
O.E, silver chain, and a bone shank
Call this shit shark tank
You think you a big fish?
I dunno, you stanky hoe
Weather broadcasted, Iggy stomp on old bros
Oh shit, Oh shit
Kid think he fresh, cause of his outfits
Come watch, come watch, they love to talk about me
Y'all gossip, non stop, and rip poppers and the greens
So toxic, I'm Nauseous, thought I finally had to team
Till I focused and I noticed things ain't as they seem
I save, and Young Q.C.I. Save
Just to get dumped like a condom in her driveway
Real big puppy, gon bark never bite
Say, your ABC's, all nights
No one's listening
F*ck the coke sniffing, and the sack religious shit, that these mice among men, love to spit
I watch em throw fits, and talk Shit about promoters, just to post a video up on they dick
What is this
I gots the message, and I gots the meter
You ain't want it with my madness, and my dipshit demeanor
Ain't appeal to masses, as a mediocre speaker
Getting gassed by some overdosed tweakers
Let Him Cook!