Interlude Lyrics - Quality Control

Yeah yeah 

Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal 

Orange Dickey suit like it's Santa, I'm criminal 

Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical 

Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) 

Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now 

She gon' have sex now 

Guap on his head in the split of a text now (uh) 

Twin twin turbo, drop top Benz rollin' 

Beat from the back, leave her pussy look swollen 

Fuck plain gold, all my shit fully frozen 

Keep talkin' crazy, you gon' get your shit stolen (hoo hoo, hoo) 

I dropped a hundred on that all white Maybach, they said that it's ready 

And the inside seats is red like spaghetti 

Bought a new chain, it's platinum like machetes 

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I showed my Patek so much, said it's petty (petty) 

Get in that pussy, I beat it and shred it (beat) 

Roll up the backwood, the gas is unleaded (cookie) 

Talkin' 'bout smoke but that chopper gon' dead it (smoke) 

Subscribin' the script to your bitch, give her meddies 

Pull up in that vert, watch me skrt like Andretti (skrt) 

We eat the beef, stack up the lettuce (hey) 

My mama keep having the Chanel fetish (mama) 

Yeah, we ain't doin' nothin' for the clout (yeah) 

Catch a nigga down bad, we gon' get your mouth (uh) 

Water my wrist and my neck make me drown (splash) 

I hit your bitch but I'm curving her now (curve) 

Shawty the action, the verb not a noun (verb) 

Slurpin' so perfect, she burpin' me now (slurp) 

Uh, it's a perc in me now (perc) 

Surgery now, take the top off the Lam 

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