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Ot7 Quanny - I Like Lyrics

[Intro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)

[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I like poppin’ Percs, I like sippin' lean, I like gettin' high (Yeah, I do)
Man, I like when the car go like two hundred, hold on, let me drive (Man, let me drive this bitch)
These hoes ain’t used to wanna fuck me, they be ready now (Ayy, they be ready now)
Can't come around without your gun, we gon' pat you down (Hold on, hold on, hold on)

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, I just spent three thousand on the outfit like I'm rich already (Like I got this shit)
They call me GlockBoy 'cause I hold it steady (Yeah)
Spеnt thirty thousand in one week, shit, I got more than fetty (I got rеal money)
I just dropped some lean inside my cup, they think I sip spaghetti (They think I'm sippin', yeah)
Nigga, better use your head
Hold on, bring me back, you see me out, you better use your legs (Your legs, nigga)
Hoes come around and turn up, I fuck 'em in the car, don’t see the bed
I talk so crazy to these hoes, I be forgettin’ what I said, yeah (That's on my mama, nigga)
Amiri denim, Dior sneakers
Knew I was gon’ get rich, I tried to tell my teachers (I tried to tell them bitches)
I used to skip the whole school, I was like fuck the bleachers
Man, this lil' Glock got a whole ruler, I'm a real teacher (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NR Boor]
I know when I'm in the trenches, I hope she gon’ pray for me (I hope she gon' pray for me)
Plus I'm out there with them droppers, watch out what you say to me (Watch out what you say to me)
They know I can get them 'bows for fifteen racks, wan' get you three (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I just hit the mall and went Dior Dior 'cause that shit cheap (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got money, who you think them hoes gon' choose, you or me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Spent five hundred every night, was at the W for a week (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fifteen hundred for a verse but I can get you smoked for free (I can get you smoked for free)
Spent three hundred on this lean, I spent a dollar on my jeans (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You ain't never seen a block do a key (Seen a block do a key)
I be with them droppers, they be droppin' shit for B's (They be droppin' shit for B's)
Put a switchy on that glick and I'ma pop out, make a scene (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Better not get caught lackin', lil' bro tryna earn a chain (Lil' bro tryna earn a chain)
Heard they hit his top, them bullets popped right out his brain (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ever since I lost my nigga, nope, I ain't been the same (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Way before this rap shit, seen a pot full of 'caine (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Way before this rap shit, I was slidin' with that flame (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Interlude: OT7 Quanny]
Yup
Real dropper, rubber-band man, you know how I rock (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: OT7 Quanny]
I like smokin' opps, I like sippin' lean, I like gettin' fly (Yeah, I like gettin' fly)
I like talkin' to my dogs in jail, but I hate pressin' five (Man, I hate pressin' five)
And all my youngins stay on go, they keep tryna slide (They keep tryna slide)
I'm like fuck rap, I aim the glocky right between your eyes (Right between your eyes)
Now his face look like some sloppy joe (Fuck?)
Opp niggas droppin' back to back, shit like a domino (Shit like a domino)
We get them 'bows in soon as they land (As soon as they land)
I'm with some ghost-face killers, shit like the Wu-Tang Clan (Shit like the Wu-Tang Clan)
Yeah, pull your skirt down, you always in your feelings (Why the fuck you in your feelings?)
The bank ain't givin' out no loans and now these niggas finished (Oh yeah, you niggas finished?)
Yeah, I got game like Jesus Shuttlesworth (Ayy, what you know 'bout Jesus Shuttlesworth?)
I'm like fuck bitches, I put the money first (Yeah, the money first)
Original don dada, you ain't heard 'bout Ox? (Yop)
I ain't see shit like Ray Charles, your nigga Jamie Foxx (Yeah, I went blind on 'em)
All he seen was flames, he need the EMTs (Need the EMTs)
He ain't got no cash, ran out of PPPs (Yeah, what happened to that scammin'?)
Yeah, all that scammin' shit ain't get you nothin' (Shit ain't get you nothin')
It ain't nothin' wrong with scammin', but these niggas bluffin' (Yeah, you niggas bluffin')
All he heard was bang-bang, the bullets hit his pumpkin (Yop)
40 split him right in half, now he an English muffin (He an English muffin)
(Ayy, TeeJaee, what you say?)
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I like poppin' Percs, I like sippin' lean, I like gettin' high
Man, I like when the car go like two hundred, hold on, let me drive
These hoes ain't used to wanna fuck me, they be ready now
Can't come around without your gun, we gon' pat you down
I like poppin' Percs, I like sippin' lean, I like gettin' high
Man, I like when the car go like two hundred, hold on, let me drive
These hoes ain't used to wanna fuck me, they be ready now
Can't come around without your gun, we gon' pat you down