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Quality Control

Genres: Hip-Hop

Um Yea Lyrics - Quality Control

We havin' a check by the way 

Huh, woo woo woo 

You feel me? you dig 

Shit look easy, know what I mean 

DJ Durel 

Hey 

 

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? 

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga 

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga 

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? 

You, little niggas, keep gossiping 

You should go work for the blogs and them 

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite 

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse 

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it 

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit 

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly 

But we got colorful money and property 

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? 

The pocket rocket, please do not size me 

Um, yeah, bored on the private 

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty 

 

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Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit 

Yeah, pay that lil' dime 

Yeah, if you get knocked for that body 

Yeah, do that lil' time (appeal) 

Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine 

(on the low though) 

Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time 

(you a ho though) 

Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine) 

Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a gangster, she ready to slide 

(you ready to ride) 

Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh) 

If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick) 

Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice) 

Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball) 

Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr) 

Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper 

Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers 

Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh) 

Yeah, go pick up a bigger road, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico) 

You got them bricks, we gon' kick the door (boo) 

I'm in your hood, Robin 

 

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Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga? 

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga 

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga 

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? 

You, little niggas, keep gossiping 

You should go work for the blogs and them 

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite 

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse 

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it 

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit 

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly 

But we got colorful money and property 

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? 

The pocket rocket, please do not size me 

Um, yeah, bored on the private 

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty) 

 

Bardi, uh 

Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah) 

I sell tracks that these toys need for seating roles (pack) 

I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?) 

Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr) 

I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge) 

Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme) 

I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo) 

I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh) 

Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow) 

By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah) 

He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo) 

 

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga? 

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga 

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga 

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? 

You, little niggas, keep gossiping 

You should go work for the blogs and them 

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite 

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse 

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it 

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit 

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly 

But we got colorful money and property 

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? 

The pocket rocket, please do not size me 

Um, yeah, bored on the private 

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty 

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