Expensive - Quin NFN

Murder mek wi go jail, nuh man slaughter Rifle from Slovakia wi carry pon charter 'Mount a shot buss head, 'mount a neck we chop off yah Rifle select genre Dem bwoy deh a drama Texas anuh ranger ask Walker Glock a squeeze, rapid burst Chip plug in anuh charger Bwoy run left yaad a who faster him or Asafa Yoooo Bay duppy deh pon dem ya gun ya me nuh Chucky Uptown kill people leff' di place bloody Rifle knock sweet rough cut, yow drummy Push ratchet inna tummy mek bwoy bawl out mummy PLR-16 leff' crime scene ugly From mi nigga talk money, get a matic from skully Teleport a bwoy foot a never waa' sunny Pull up inna hurry, man a run a war stirry Eight man a dem fall, bare clip tape up and anuh modern warfare Dem shoes yah traffic and anuh car steer (car steer) And mi nuh si dem inna di road fi the past years Di brownin' pretty wid tall hair Bleach a dem yaad cause di pussy dem naah hear Tek weh dem life nobody naah care Dem nuh have a chick or a child Dats why dem only a kill man inna dem intention All when dem sing dem song Idle killing different from contract and revenge plan Trigga mi rest di index pon Open face like C-section Funeral dem get a decent one Mi nuh shoot bwoy fi dem guh hospital guh get penicilin Fi doctor put nuh drip in skin Kill dem from di beginnin' War start fi a likkle ting Rifle bines cripple Kim Mi nuh join gigglin' Bwoy suck shot like nipplin' Bad man image and riddlin' Everyting squeeze outta di matic Chip anuh sup'm fi plug up inna nuh socket Bwoy succumb to shot anytime him ketch it Naah gi' dem nuh chance fi dem call paramedic 'Mount a bwoy wi kill already, add up di numba pon di credit Run up and press it, chop off dem head wid mi machete yeah Country killa dem from St. Ann and up a Sainty dem Mi walk inna yuh living room and deal wid it like cemetry Dem bwoy deh anuh threat to wi Juss start bad yesideh Kill one last week, orbituary seh him a rest today Mortician si bwoy body and a ask weh chest fi deh Bad offa mi own and mi nuh need nuh man fi rescue mi Gun a sing pon Charlie's, dead a dem destiny Cyaa' hide pon e map, bwoy wi know weh yuh deh Shot stretch body and yuh neva guh a Metroplex Who nuh know weh rest Send dem a Meadowrest Mi dawg dem waah soul Anyweh mi buck yuh bwoy dehso yaah guh home Three inna yuh head, marrow jump out, toad Nuh know dem a killa, betta dem guh act porn Dem know when wi roll Handgun and rifle a travel pon e toll Dem bwoy deh anuh killa, actor dem a Capone Inna head leff' shot hole weh bigger dan yuh ma hole Gi' dem when mi dweet Pull up a yuh feet Rifle tun on, bwoy tun bully beef Shot a bun unuh, anuh di grabba inna weed Press e mek e stamma, mi put it pon repeat Mi nah fi high offa weed and key Fi guh 'creech and bleach Marrow meet concrete yeah Panty shield, dem a bleed and leak Dem bwoy deh a pussy, dem a freak and geek Yow Shab Don Dah one yah is juss a expensive style yuh get mi Notice e d'even got nuh chorus Uptop Camp Ravaz You know e ting guh Same suh Uptop forever, uptop camp Some seh Mobay a mi yaad Mad

Got some bad habits I like expensive shit (Pricey, pricey) That's why my shawty loves expensive things Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring (Icey, icey) She knows I got it I'm expensive kid, uh Gelato zoot, woah, expensive spliff (Expensive spliff) Pull up and skrr, yeah expensive skid (Pull up and skrr) Miss independent comes with attitude and shit She wants a G, so she fucking with the kid They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff Oh, don't blow my line I don't owe no one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line Oh, my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Drippin' in new designer My gyal she certified This dick ain't free this shit cost Ride with me, get lit of course Foreign drip, oh She gon' risk it all I don't want no problem ma' But your body's mashallah Thank God for this daily bread Know they wish that I won't ball Keep, keep it ten, I'll give you sex Slimey shoes, Gucci steps Drippin' in designer Like she come from China If you gimme good-good neck I can put chain on them Nothing ever less than ten Let you drip-drip, finesse They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff Oh, don't blow my line I don't owe no one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line Oh, my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Drippin' in new designer My gyal she certified I'm sorry I made you wait Pussy good I pulled out late She's all over my face I call her MUA Put you in GLA Skrrt off to see LA LV to hold your jeans Channel to paint your face Level up to my wave Put Gucci all on her waist I know she loves my taste I make her flex in Versace shades Run it up all day You could never swing me no lemon haze All of this money I'm making I count 'til my fingers lazy They praying on my down, you ain't praying hard enough We smoking different loud, you can't get high as us This gyal I'm with she different, no ordinary stuff We drippin' in Italian, that Gucci, Fendi stuff Oh, don't blow my line I don't owe no one a dime Cold nights tryna bill a line Nah, you didn't wanna phone my line Oh, my gyal she fine now Always wanna be beside her Drippin' in new designer My gyal she certified

Ayy, free my members, free all of 'em Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy That's how that shit go, though, we gon' We gon' steady keep runnin' to them racks Keep makin' these niggas mad Make these niggas feel this shit every time we do somethin' These niggas, these niggas be fucked up out here Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (laid back) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Ayy, I went, hit the block at, like 15 I was just a young nigga with big dreams Roddy Ricch, I was tryna go get cream Me and Crank tryna see what the lick read I had to take a few losses, I'm okay Niggas hating on niggas, that's so gay I get pot and won't stir you the wrong way Walked through and I'm smoother than Olay I can't front a nigga shit, he gon' run off I'll die 'fore I ever take somethin' off Four Nick hit his top, bet it come off After 12, all silent and guns off Now I walk on the stage, bitches screaming And all of my partners, they still on commando Hellcat, wrap it up with some camo Gun store, we don't run out of ammo Gotta go do the show if the price right She gon' fuck me and suck me, it's night-night And she know I got something she might like Take her home and I beat it, Fight Night I'm a vet, bitch, I'm far from a new dude Really having more clips than YouTube I ain't even blew yet 'cause it's too soon How the fuck niggas sleepin'? That's too rude Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane, own lane) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Don't let a nigga convince you can't I'ma take all my shit to the bank And when you real, gotta look for the fake Made a promise to mama, I'm great And to all of my people, we straight I will never stop chasin' ciabatta Tryna slide, should of came with a doctor Quick to shoot, I was made for the drama Big Glock, bitch, I came for the problems All on, I ain't takin' advice Life a gamble, I'm shakin' the dice Lose your head tryna reach for this ice Remember way back when we got kicked out? Tryna beef off of hoes, you tripped out I be still thankin' God I got picked out Glock 19 with 30, it stick out Sticks out, make the opps go vacay Shell catches, we hit 'em with trey eight In the red zone, still tryna play safe I done came here from nothin' to great cake Stick 'em up, make 'em dance, Nae Nae Tryna slide on a nigga like playin' Skate On the block like Craig and Day Day Love all my partners, I tell 'em to stay safe Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane) I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane He better run when I let the 4-0 bang Bro in the cell said no names Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys Come and spark and get rid of them guys Out the love, I can get 'em to slide Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent Louis bag, put a bag inside it Put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh) I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, huh) I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, ayy, ayy) Bitch, I put a bag in it I'm from the four and I came with it Got a Louis V duffel with cash in it