quarantine

dame grease

hollywood ferg

fuck with' yo' boy

ow

won't you hit me for them bitches dude

he pull up in sixes too

watch me leave

they gon' be missin' you

in the kitchen mood

gets to chefin' up

all my niggaz done wet shit up

uh-oh

gain greene comin'

they catchin' up

set ya up

when you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind

niggaz sneakin' from behind

leave you leakin' from that.9

i'm gon' serve you with that quarantine

pardon me

take your breath away like a robbery

ow ow

now i got youngins in the front

nah surrender for someone

gotta

gotta get that dough

i can bet i hit that hoe

told her daddy that she love me

bigga

she eat my dick

leave ya red like a tomato

gonna spin you like tornado

know that boy

he got that label

bigga don't fuck with gain greene?

hit you with that big shit

get your career ended

nigga i feel offended

best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief

leave you leakin' in the street

catch you cheatin' that's your feet off of them

they go

leave you all fileted and broke

they don't alternate that coke

i'm a hit them when they close they eyes

ship they dome all out the sky

hide ya prize

every dime i count is mines

ow ow

won't you hit me for them bitches dude

he pull up in sixes too

watch me leave

they gon' be missin' you

in the kitchen mood

gets to chefin' up

all my niggaz done wet shit up

uh-oh

gain greene comin'

they catchin' up

set ya up

when you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind

niggaz sneakin' from behind

leave you leakin' from that.9

i'm gon' serve you with that quarantine

pardon me

take your breath away like a robbery

ow ow

foster home to foster home

case in d.c.f. yung ferg

kicked to the curb and forced to head and nest

always knew that i'd be blessed

like a angel in the flesh

i get high

ready to die

you can see it in my eye

wasn't for rap

i'd prolly be dead

wasn't for coke

i'd prolly be broke

wasn't for push

i'd prolly be bitched

fuck you think

touchin' all them bricks

almost had dreams that i copped that six

know these fiends

gon' need that fix

i'll be there like the jackson 5

stay on point like allen i

check maxy for them pies

he gon' front me 25

bring 'em back

20 perp

off 'em all for 25

middleman anything that i can

who the fuck you think that i am

cop that aston-martin caddy

i ain't even touch my sack

fiends be itchin' like a rash

mami told me stroke it fast

are you done? "