Quaker Lyrics

Niggas need to stop giving these bitches all the attention, that's why niggas is dying now

When these hoes get horny, niggas die

Hoes get horny, niggas die

Can't get all my attention to these bitches, I ain't tryna die

Chop his head just like Cheese, his bitch, like in my bedstyle

Just took her for a ride, shit like exploring in the lambchop

Damn this bitch be thick as fuck, turkey legs, hamhocks

I just put that bitch to bed, no I ain't J. holiday

But with this young money, I'ma make her bedrock the day

She told me that she proud of me, so I went and prada bae

I got bloods on Bompton, they say that I'm bool in L.A

I got bloods in Atlanta, saying that I'm bool in G.A

My lil' bitch just brought a friend, gave them fifty shades of gray

But before I stick my dick all in

I gotta say amazing grace

No I can't be tied down, the shoes I'm wearing ain't got no laces

Took my bitch to Saks Fifth, she ain't never viewed a Macy's

Walking in with this sacks here, you see the look on all they faces

I don't fuck with niggas, I got white diamonds, they say I'm racist

I put Bearskin on her feet, she in love with Bottega

I took a trip to N.Y.C., my bitch right there at the Bodega

I was only out there for a week, you know I can't miss no more paper

Me and you ain't cut from the same cloth, he got a bowl taper

Freaky bitch, she got her onlyfans , so she said, please tape her

She been loving how I destroy that pussy, she said, I hit Navals

I invest in acres and acres, Bill Gates ain't got no neighbors

I'ma keep on scraping and scraping, till the work all off the table

I've been fasting 14 days, money the only thing I'm craving

You call me Mr. Baker, but I ain't got no son, that's name Craven

Fuck my bitch so good to any beat, she said she love my cadence

Asking what's the key to getting money, I said just be patient

Soon as I step out the house, I show no pity, just serve patience

I've been touching plenty, some of me and my bitch have baecations

Bend her over on the balcony, view the ocean, that's the rude awakening

Back to the kitchen with the fish and grits, I became my own Quaker