Quin NFN - Straight Thru Lyrics

They be like, "Quin, why you never come back to the trenches?"
'Cause, bitch, I don't gotta go back to the trenches
Go asks all the opps if I rap what I'm livin'
Shoebox full of knots, I'ma stack to the ceilin'
Heard she wanna f*ck me
'Cause I heard that a nigga ain't f*cked up a sack in a minute
But these bitches know that lil' Quin tryna f*ck, then he finished
On gang, then it's back to the spinach (gang, gang)
Dick in her mouth like a dentist
Pop out, shoot his ass, then we clappin' the witness (rah, rah)
Ayy, ayy, in the field like a scrimmage
Don't come with no smoke, we gon' wrap 'em like Christmas
Ayy, on gang, all my young niggas with it
They told me, "Quit stainin', young nigga you, gifted"
Ayy, ayy, I'ma box 'fore I pop me a nigga
You not 'cause you niggas is bitches (on God)
Ayy, don't f*ck with no TECs boy, this Glock what I'm holdin'
Get popped like a Trojan, it's not what you wanted
Piped your lil' thot, hit the block, then I'm on it
Moonrock got me floatin', get shot for approachin'
No time for a bitch, I just stack it and grow it
She know how it go, 'cause she know how I'm rollin'
Goosin' your bitch, got her hollerin' and moanin'
T'd up in the 'Cat, from the night to the mornin'
Ain't flexin', I'm pressin' they know that I got it
CP3 shit, lil' bro strapped with a rocket (grrah)
Ain't rappin' for clout, bitch, I'm rappin' for profit
This feature ain't cheap, come and make a deposit
My bitch got a bag, like we comin' from shoppin'
F*ck from the back, pull her hair when I'm poppin
Your bitch hangin', out like a wall with the stocking
Been applyin' that smoke, now they want me to stop it
Ayy, you a hoe, you the hoe police
Came up, now the hoes gon' freak (gang, gang)
Ayy, rollin' 'Woods, since some strong OG
Gassed up, and your hoe on E (gang, gang)
Bitch strapped up, Velcro on me
Pull up on 'em with a roll on me (skrrt, skrrt)
All black, in a four door deep
Big Glock in the stolo seat (grrah)
Ayy, pop 'em like a pill, tell 'em, "Don't OD"
On ten when I'm solo D (solo D)
Play 'round, like I'm down, let the .44 speak
Broke hoes do the most, on me (on me)
You niggas vegans, I swear y'all don't want no beef
Y'all niggas be, oh so sweet
Ayy, how you wanna be cuffed up with a nigga and you f*cked on my bro lowkey?
These niggas hate it
You seen the look on they faces
When they seen a young nigga make it
But that's motivation, got on my shit to the fullest
Don't give me the chance, I'ma take it
No time for the waitin', my young niggas strapped like the Haitians
Be quiet 'cause he still on probation, and I'm tryna chase it
The coupe that we got, really came with no top, like the motherf*cker naked (hold on)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, like that motherf*cker naked
Ayy, ayy, lil' bro on proabtion
Pull up with a pole, hoppin' out and we chasin'
Ayy, ayy, hold on