Mr. Quaker Oats

[Intro: Poppy Bricks & Boldy James] Just get it gone Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone) Max spoonin' up the grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (Get it gone) Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone Keep baggin' that shit up and just keep it gone (Get it gone) Just get it gone (Just get it gone) [Verse 1: Poppy Bricks] To the people I miss, I'm still here Transitional lens, I see clear Still don't fuck with you and them niggas around there Why I got the pocket rocket inside the Moncler Stay in trouble, fits get one wear Feds got a picture of me wanted in a one-pair Had braids, now you see me out with cut hair Seen through the smoke just to see it's only us there Made it to the top just to drop it in the double-R If I can't valet, I'ma double-park Fuckin' with Bricks, tell the cops bring the tape and chalk Everybody seen it, but you couldn't get a statement off Shootin' dice in the hood, Marc Jacob on Ice in the pinky ring look like a glacier stone With your girl, but tonight, I'ma send her home Deleted all the pics, you go through her phone Free' said, "Even though what we do is wrong Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone" Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone [Chorus: Boldy James & Poppy Bricks] Max spoonin' up them grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats Always vowed to keep a bad bitch and never break the oath Takin' quotes of them numbers, I need a better price Can front you a cut, but you still gon' want a bigger slice Once again, it's the life and what come with this shit Tryna see a hundred million plus when I'm done with this shit Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone) [Verse 2: Boldy James] My niggas quick to rob you, hit a lick, then unalive you Get your crib remodeled if you get to snitchin' in that module Fifties in my goggles, keep that extension in my throttle Limpin' with a hobble, niggas slippin', get hit with a hollow Fifth of Reposado, blue tips in the clip big as the nozzle Two bricks in the Tahoe, sippin' Trissy with the biggest waffle Bitches thick as Latto, get sent on missions to Chicago Said she didn't swallow, now I got her pissin' in a bottle Listenin' to Rylo, lost every real nigga that I know Flippin' bricks, it ain't no different from distributin' the vinyl Fit for the survival, hands-on, that's on the rival Know shit get tricky on the dance floor, but this ain't no recital Could've writ a novel 'bout all the trips I had to follow All the risks I ever took, I damn near lived in a Econo Could've been a wino, but now I'm richie like I'm Lionel Keep a couple pops lined up on the 6 at the McDonald's [Chorus: Boldy James & Poppy Bricks] Max spoonin' up them grits, it's Mr. Quaker Oats Always vowed to keep a bad bitch and never break the oath Takin' quotes of them numbers, I need a better price Can front you a cut, but you still gon' want a bigger slice Once again, it's the life and what come with this shit Tryna see a hundred million plus when I'm done with this shit Six hundred grams in one night, need a new minute phone Keep baggin' that shit up and just get it gone (Get it gone)