Quinine

[Intro: Bo Skeet] Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Bo Skeet, Boldy James, & Taj Mahal] Get your issue if you mention my name Mob shit, I got some young henchmen that'll get you out of the game Spot sittin' on West McNichols with a block of cocaine Get hit with some hot shit for dry snitchin', that's how it rock for the gang It's 227 50-50, you an opp if you ain't I'm not for the games, I got blicky and I drive me a lane Yeah, I got them mop heads with me, they ain't catchin' no fades Machetes on Ks'll turn you to a vegetable plate I got various OJs, I keep Perkies and drank In and out the kitchen all day, no time to fix me a plate I been mixin' the weight, floodin' the time Ridin' through lookin' crazy with the bag and it's Michigan plates Flexin' with weight, heavy press, bet you a K Boy, you ain't safe, from that era where them extras is made Never betrayed the fam, whoever did, we fed 'em them strays These lil' niggas ain't really catchin' no plays, what else? [Chorus: Bo Skeet & Boldy James] The bezel was rainin', I leveled up, but I'll make you famous Around the SIGs in the mix, the thick beef is angus My ghetto is dangerous Whatever on your mind, we'll change it All my crimes heinous I run with more ex-cons than Genghis Vibes is amazing, the money the only high that I'm chasin' Quick to cut a ki' with quinine if it's taken The vibes is amazing, the money the only high that I'm chasin' Quick to cut a ki' with quinine if it's taken Where we at with it? [Verse 2: Bo Skeet, Boldy James, & Taj Mahal] Yo Turn pawns to angels, still Vlone, no Palm Angels Long stick in my palm send you off into the Matrix Workin' the grave shift With a belay, no call for grey shit Servin' my patients Tryna spin this off into a spaceship Hard work, I have layin' on your crib and nah, he ain't made it M-O-B, we really quick to run the drill and put 'em in the pavement When you get spilled, it ain't no cleanup Ain't no chill, but niggas freeze up Your bitch see we the ones and you a bum, go get your cheese up That's real, I just count up with my feet up Just touched down in the town, brodie ready for the reup It ain't pape', then we can't meet up I stay strapped and keep my seat up I set fire to wax, flame a track and heat the beat up Lift you up like a tire jack when that mag' get to screamin' Whole fifty in the trap, nothin' but savages and demons The fire from the MAC'll blow his back straight through his jean fit I'm quick to thread the needle, tailor-fitted from the seamstress It's Blocks, nigga [Chorus: Bo Skeet & Boldy James] The bezel was rainin', I leveled up, but I'll make you famous Around the SIGs in the mix, the thick beef is angus My ghetto is dangerous Whatever on your mind, we'll change it All my crimes heinous I run with more ex-cons than Genghis Vibes is amazing, the money the only high that I'm chasin' Quick to cut a ki' with quinine if it's taken The vibes is amazing, the money the only high that I'm chasin' Quick to cut a ki' with quinine if it's taken Where we at with it?