Look like jit at my school field but he slidin doe💯

This bitch got sum bunz look like a hot dog

In School I had my Pistol in my backpack🗣️

Say you lurkin why you perkin now we Persian

Everything

4 for 4

Roll me a blunt

Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Fundip 
Link: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/beatdemonsandquinnfn/fundip-2

#QuinNFN #Beatdemons #Fundip

Lyrics:
Yea yea yeah
That thing glued to me
Beatdemons in yo ear
Yeah

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich

Asked her what she's on she said some paper that make both of us
I came up out that dirty by myself niggas wasn't coaching us
This drank aint round a clip talking wockisha we can toast it up
I might get a little facial from your bay to help me sober up
The city claim lil quin the one lowkey that shit honoring
And any nigga play bound to get his issue I can promise you
I just hit yo chick and now I'm dipping like a condiment
She came to come swallow cuz the condo look astonishing
Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling
Aint just for some neck she asked for sex I wont acknowledge you
Popped a Percocet just for the stressed and woke up vomiting (Damn)
New Baliency runners look like guns I be vibing em
Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks
New cartier this forty one double M look like a apple watch
known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots
Why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)
I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me (we good)
I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom boom boom)
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me (hate yo bitch)

Then go hit the road for that new pack cuz it got flew to me (it got flew )
Niggas leave they side when we come slide it happens usually
We the ones getting pussy niggas kick out the community (pussy)
Whole click full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me
They fucking supporters they said Quincho and them some fan lovers
Aint no pick or choosers we will serve this to yo grandmother (damn)
Might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter
I aint got to move at all Ill just let them bands touch ya
Come and play with quin the situation gone be hideous
Me and bro was outside all summer furb-a-findieous
Drop down a we (Pew-Pew-Pew-Boom) and show we serious
This stick will make a nigga say oooweeee like bobby bill (damn)

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah I did)
I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me
I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me

Fundip

Quin Nfn & Beatdemons - Fundip

VO Flow

Loaded Mode

WILDCAT

Flip phone ( Prod by Quinton x Grandapa )

Excuse Me

Another Whip

Facts-lil cleno

[VERSE I]
sippin slow gin gold rims twistin on the black top
trumpet in the wind bass thumping like a crack spot
eyes low brim down smoke curl in the breeze
ghosts riding shotgun whispers floating through the leaves
playa in the cut wood grain where my hands rest
old school cassette horns looping through my chest
chrome gleam dirty cause the city don't sleep
moonlight on the hood where the jazz drums creep
caddy lean left bumping down st. charles
cups in the air toast the spirits of them lost
three six rhymes with a nola style twist
blunts burning slow like a candle in the mist
ain't no rush mane life moving like a bassline
ride til the tires kiss the curb at the same time
ghetto symphony murder notes in the night glow
low and slow that's the code when the ride roll hoe

[VERSE II]
white walls glide velvet dice in my rearview
corner star lights flicking blue when i steer through
heavy in the trunk bass walk like an upright
keys in the night got the block feeling tongue tied
snap in a snare match the crack of my lighter
windows half down world looking much quieter
silver chain swing when i lean into the breeze
every turn smooth like the jazz on the keys
playa don't speak let the ride do the talking
echo in the streets with the ghost steady walking
liquor in the cup purple smoke in my lungs
whole vibe cold like the notes on my drums
move in the trance bass humming like a prayer
time slow drip while the smoke fill the air
still told dreams in a world full of sorrow
cruise low today just so i can see tomorrow

prod. James Earl Cash

WILDCAT

sqweez

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