Way 2 Easy (feat. Quin NFN)

Aye we about to turn them up with this one right here All the way up on way Say he want smoke then we with it (Yea) Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen (Yea) Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision (Damn) Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa) Ask can we go out i say maybe later Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders I just been stacking my guala Feel like a father she calling me papa Step on the stage and them niggas they holler She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands You keep it a hundred I keep it a band I know that they talking yo' a nigga fan Say if it's up then it's stuck Straight from the four and we don't give a f*ck Like he a celtic we testing his luck Pull up in a sport f*ck a Bentley truck (Skrt) Wet his block up then we leave that shit dry Ion really do this I'm sending my guys What is a mouse to his daddy alive Lil' nigga yea you a rat in my eyes aye I'm coming straight from the bricks We can fight to I don't care about a stick Put a ring on it don't care about a trick They'll mess with your brothers they thinking they slick (Haha) Left me alone that turned my heart cold Tinted my windows I'm on a dark road Praying for light I got somewhere to go I couldn't ever put trust in my bros We put it in motion and can't double back (Oh nah) Like Indy Five-Hundred I'm staying on track (Oh yea) I'm hungry for winning like my name was Jack This shit gon' go platinum I ordered my plaque I'm from a place where competing embarrassing Gotta' be joking it ain't a comparison Noble like barnes but ain't talking Harrison Know they got beef we squash it no keratin Say he want smoke then we with it Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper Praying that I don't get hit by a hater Ask can we go out i say maybe later Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders I just been stacking my guala Feel like a father she calling me papa Step on the stage and them niggas they holler She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands You keep it a hundred I keep it a band I know they talking yo' a nigga fan (Uh yep) Aye ima run out of friends before I run out of wealth Niggas know how to be anything but they self (Yea) And he step back and shoot it like steph Came with brothers won't see me with nobody else (Ha) I never asked for no help I know these niggas be speaking on me cuz' they down bad Tryna' down play me for bitches and still tryna f*ck on a kid with yo' clown ass (Yea) Young nigga balling like K.D. I make the money it won't never make me (Oh oh) Drac with a drum like I'm Tay Kieth (Bow) Pick up the score let it blow like some A.C. (Go) Why would I stress it cuz' I'm to invested I don't gotta' chase me a bag it'll chase me These niggas hating but I won't let it phase me (Ha) Mentioning who don't killed tryna' fake beef (Blrtt Blrtt) Go with you move watch it get out of hand Aye pass niggas up but I gave em' a chance Aye she wanna' f*ck say she don't got a man but low key Wanna' f*ck cuz' I got a advance Scooby Doo crew well hop out the van (Bow bow bow) Street nigga still got my iron when I land (Still got my iron) Needed some help they ain't loan me a hand Nick Cannon lil Quin had to find him some bands (Boom boom boom) Say he want smoke then we with it Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper Praying that I don't get hit by a hater Ask can we go out i say maybe later Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders I just been stacking my guala Feel like a father she calling me papa Step on the stage and them niggas they holler She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands You keep it a hundred I keep it a band I know they talking yo' a nigga fan