qashqai freestyle Lyrics

Said he wanna smoke up, i put him in my blunt

And you bitch is giving up because she can't handle what's all up in her cunt

Fucked up in the back of the Qashqai

That pussy be doubting I'm assuring him i am that guy

You can tell they never test me cause the way that i walk

Bullets in your mouth to muzzle shit that you talk

Huh, know that it's down your bitches block that i stalk

Know I'm never having kids i got that rubber on my cock

And yo man he be cheating i know that he a fuckin thot

But he my homie forever, yea James my brother till i drop

And i don't need no fucking joint smoke, imma roll a spliff

When i pull up on her birthday she know my dick is a gift

And the fit is a little smelly cause everything is thrift

Find me in yo bed with yo wife and you be lookin pissed

Gaining muscle like Johnny Cage i might hit you with a kick

Like I'm Chris fuckin Jericho you gon end up on the list

Pockets are obese, like American children

Doll breaker the best little bitch that's a given

Pockets overweight, you could call those bitches lizzo

Got a global hoe and she hit me up on a flip phone

Heard you on the block i clean it up like imma brillo

Creeping in your bedroom stuff your head into a pillow

Pockets overweight, you could call those bitches lizzo

Got a global hoe and she hit me up on a flip phone

Heard you on the block i clean it up like imma brillo

Creeping in your bedroom stuff your head into a pillow