QUAGMIRE

[Intro]

Why you keep on bitchin' about my tape, man?

Ain't shit gon' happen, alright? Alright?

Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em

Shit ain't that hard

[Verse]

Why you reachin' for my cup? Ain't no filler up

Hope you niggas quick to duck 'cause I'm quick to bust

Yeah, he quick to be

She a paraplegic the way she on her knees

I am not the man to call when you in need

I'm the nigga to call when you is done bleeding

I done poured three cups and they ain't even three yet

How the fuck we gettin' rich but we just the rejects? Huh, yeah

I swear it's funny how I go and you never know

So many numbers I don't answer in my telephone

Y'all boy my son, I'm 'bout to go be his father

And these ain't Bape, these Balenciaga

My strap is so intelligent, ain't no problem it ain't solving

And if you see me there, well then, I'm prolly paid to walk in

I'm prolly paid to walk out

I'm chillin', I'm in Europe with a bitch, she got her top out

My haters stay on the 'net and prolly somewhere they can't pop out

Uh, this shit is so embarrassing

Gonna trap and got more guns than a fuckin' terrorist

He so [?], I can't even take that nigga serious

Bruh, threaten me one more time, you might just get your momma [?] (Ayy)

You know that bag drop

You know I'm tryna fuck all day, bae I'm Quagmire

She treat me like the Lord

We got two hoes, we tag-team like the Harley Boys

I think these niggas drag queens, they payin' pussy, boy

We don't play with pussy

We just let the lil' ho down, no I don't pay for pussy

She gon' fuck me on her will 'cause I won't take it for me

All on my goddamn phone, [?] make the money

Boy, this shit funny

[Outro]

For the same reasons, we're soldiers

Soldiers don't go to Hell

It's war

Soldiers, they kill other soldiers