Seattle (Song 3)

[Intro]

Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse]

I can switch my watches with my mood swing

Pull up through the projects in that new thing

She just gave me head she got some good brain

Give her couple dollars 'just my new chain a thousand or two

I can show you what a thousand will do

Call the plug tell him pull up with a thousand or two

I got family to feed, I got niggas say they need me

Got a lot of shit on my plate but I ain't tripping cause I'm greedy

They got my lil nigga worried cause his daughter she obese

She a premature baby and the doctor say she need 'em

He got fees but he don't got money but he got ski masks

And he got a black 45 screaming "need more cash"

A nigga ask me do I got some murder for hire

Lovin' on a bitch I prolly won't know her tomorrow

My lil partner from the westside caught a murder case

Say his lawyer want a hundred but he got 50k

Told me that he had a feeling he was halfway

Told him I got the other fifty I don't want no games, no games

I don't play no games I'm going straight up

I just want my muthafuckin paper

On the private jet me DT Tiger gangsta

Tryna go into the lands and get this paper

Running through the land like I'm 6-0

You had to tap in I was get it when it wrapped in

[?] racks in

I was running through LA at All Star getting a pack in

You was getting extorted heard the homies made you tap in

And heard the homie he got-