Intro Lyrics - Quality Control

Monsta's gon' tear it up 

Feel me 

Nawfside shit nigga, you know what I mean 

Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin', 

You know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga 

Chanel and Dolce Gabbana 

I bought that shit for my mama 

I stood right in front of your honor, huh 

When I got home, ran up commas 

Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh 

Bitch I'm your daddy, your father 

Who that be talkin' 'bout drama 

Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em 

I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof 

Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop 

Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth 

In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse 

Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop 

She wanna fuck the whole group 

But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you 

We fuck and that's all that we do 

Bon appétit, let's eat 

Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked 

Hachoo, she sneezed 

Bitch on her knees off the skis 

When I fuck do not call me back, please 

Diamonds all white like the priest 

Maison Margiela on sleeves 

I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese 

The doors was closed, I kicked it open 

I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded 

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Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open 

Need a gas mask, it's too potent 

Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking 

The street that you walking on, we control it 

Quality Control this shit (control it) 

Quality Control your bitch (control her) 

You might wanna hold your diss (huh?) 

'Cause nigga we folding shit 

Walk in the spot, so many straps 

Nigga whose pole is this? 

Now the hot records I'm on it 

Young nigga, you owe me this 

YRN, throwin' up QC 

We got trap stars and we on TV (TV) 

Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek) 

Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D) 

Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee) 

And then the braves serve J's on your street 

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Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke 

Pull out that ho, give her super throat 

Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code 

Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes 

Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah 

He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah 

Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too 

We coppin' whips like it's none' to do 

Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew 

We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo 

I done hit everything in the city 

Quay done hit everything in the city 

Take done hit everything in the city 

Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em) 

I got the kids on lock, huh 

She eatin' kids on spot, huh 

I parked the Yacht at the dock 

Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)