354 - qp Lyrics

Wh-Wh-When they ask me where this money come from?
I can say no shi
Th-Th-They just wanna know how I came up with this rapping shit
Mama think I'm Illuminati, but I'm just a perfect fit
Sh-She can't really know how I got my f*cking pockets lit

All about my business
I don't really be talking with these rats no more
Po-Popped too many pills, Like The Weeknd
Can't feel my face no more
Ro-Roll my weed, I came here
I get paid up in advance, hoe
Pour up now I can fly like bird
I'm still richer than your man, hoe
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
F*ck this shit

I got problems with these pussies
Like my name is f*cking Zouma
I got patience like I'm Buddha
Ima switch lanes, I'm a mover
Que pasa? Call her, puta
I got rich off selling mulla
Ho-Ho-Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
F*ck this shit

I got problems with these pussies
Like my name is f*cking Zouma
I got patience like I'm Buddha
Ima switch lanes, I'm a mover
Que pasa? Call her, puta
I got rich off selling- huh

I'ma text like two of these girls
But my Russian bitch say cyka
You can tell that she's a demon
By just looking at her features
All my timeless pieces cooler
I got emo bitches, New Rock
Da-Damn, all eyes on me like Tupac
F*ck it, change my name, go Cuba

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