Lyrics P2W (feat. KillSubi) - 1Quagen!*

Ayy, Kobe got a hit

I done fell in love with scrips, running game on the pharmacist
Heard she want some Quagen, but I caught her sippin' Qualitest
Bury the culture and dig it up like archaeologists
I'm the chosen one, I can show you just who the prophet is
Don't owe me money, you gon' pay more than just in dividends
Slide in a Volvo, my Smith and Wesson, it just took his twin
Double the money, I send a hit, you know it's pay to win

Yeahh, you know it's pay to win
I just tuck the glizzy and I hit it in the ten percent
Money, pussy, power, count the backend up in increments
Slide on opp block, tryna see how well it's glizzy hit
I can't fuck that thot pot, cause I know that twat is really lit
1600 bring the brigade and make it militant
Since a youngin baby, back in them days, always in some shit
Swipin' cars, new pair of J's, fresh out the dealership
Show him sportsmanship, tell em "good game" before I dump the clip

Ayy, good game, at least you tried

If this shit go left, I might be looking at a sentence
I'm a menace, yeah, they read my rights, but I ain't care to listen
12 some bitches, Subi stingy with the soda
Hear that beep, that's motorola, I ain't looking for no closure
Told that bitch just bend it over, Lieutenant he send them soldiers
Pop pills, I'm never sober, sticks with switches they bipolar

You don't dictate to me, I'm Floyd motherfuckin' Henderson
You and Mark, I made you and that motherfucker
You can't sing, hum, or motherfuckin' skip

Catch a opp onna' bend, let the yop loose
Real big stepper, I'ma show em what that mop do
Streets bustin' like the 80s, like the rock cool
Set up shop anywhere, I'm the one they flock to
I don't wanna speak, I wanna see what that top do
Dark red leather seats in the inside, barbecue
1600 block, I send the blitz, now you shark food
Just tell me what it is, for that mon, I'll get rid of you

No subliminal, come direct and it get critical
Nigga make a move or sound, and then I'm into you
I just made a fuck nigga drown, I popped his inner tube
Made his feet leap off the ground, I put him in a toon
Shooting like Cole Bennett, I ain't scared to put you in the tube
Dancing with the chemist, sipping red just like it's 42
Thought I had red bottoms, I see blood up on my tennis shoes
I make a move, I'm tryna bury dude
Pop, shoot, make a nigga move, make him get down it
you a bitch too, I don't know what you gon' do about it
Hat club shawty, I done fuck around, got a new body
Switches on top of glizzys, I'm a fuck around imma shoot bout' it
She gone ride it like a bike and get to roaring like a Ducati
I just wanna mbox, baby, I don't do molly
Riding around tryna strike something like I'm Lil' Yachty
Nigga want beef, I fuck around and I make food out it

And I make food out it, nigga want beef, make a mess and I make food out it
I make food out it, nigga want beef, make a mess and I make food out it

Had to toss the 380, I got a show em' with this Glock do
I was mobile with it, I can teach you things about a pack or two
Hollow tip his flesh, now he begging God for a miracle
One SiX moving cynical, take a trip to Senegal
Why my eater trippin'? Talking about her period, bet that mouth work
Cut a nigga down, big ass sword, I think I went berserk
Suicide mission, I pray to God I make it back first
Quagen on Quagen, I'm out my body, tell em' send a nurse