Quin NFN – Let Me Find Out Lyrics

Let Me Find Out – Quin NFN Lyrics

(Ay Beatdemons what the fuck is this)

I been reaping all my benefits

I still be busting hoes down

Scoop her up and make her pull her clothes down

And if she don’t, I need a different bitch

What cha call it, all inside her beverage

Alcoholic ho gon’ let me use her credit

I fuck around and bought a benz with this

Hey, my baby mama fucking dude

But dude, baby mama let me fuck her too

So I ain’t never really give a shit

Old head hit the dope and felt that power

In thе hood, walking for hours

Cause that youngin served еm powder like a pixy stix

Ayy, niggas capping, I can’t side with em

All I know is get some guapy jeans

And put my spine in em

I came out the dark, but all my cuban links got shine in em (Bing)

Pop the bitch outside the parking lot

I ain’t waste no time with em

Nigga hit my phone trying to buy weed, but I don’t sell smoke

Hit the pussy with a wrestler move

The rocks, elbows, the laws think

I’m the big man of this shit, what I’m gon’ tell for

My daddy put a child inside my mama

That’s when hell broke (broke ass)

This shit’ll go bad

You can’t even pop up on this block if you ain’t got no pass

I got in that pussy, couldn’t even get off

It was so trash (damn)

All these niggas wanna see me down, but they look broke ass

Huh huh Ayy, I can’t send the Lo

And let em find out where I be at

Treat his ass in public

Might let everybody come see

Push up, make it rugged, make your partna and dem play D

They say like mike give me lemons

I fuck around, got lemons squeezed

No more 10 or G’s

Fuck the red bone hoe, look just like Alicia Keys

Black on black chopper

This bitch big as Kenny G

I been stretching life, but when I’m hot, this shit a breeze

She don’t want no fake gang

All the niggas hoes really

I just bought some Prada sneakers

Had to put my toes in it

If she don’t roll my weed while on the road, then she can’t roll with me

I get on your ass, you beef with bro, that’s just a code in me

A lot of Glocks and drums

While at the shows, I got the bros with me

Perfect timing, need to thaw out the diamonds

Bitch’s froze really

Buggy hoe got naked, shake it, tryna snatch the soul in me

And I been in the stu, ain’t shit to do

I’m in that mode really

Baby Nine gon’ shoot like a 4-0, but this bitch half the size

He got in the stu, start rappin’ lies

He soft as apple pie

Know he mad, this bitch start clappin’ thighs, cause I’m that rapper guy

You can’t hit this weed, you outta line

I can’t even pass the vibe (I be reaping all my benefits)

I still be bustin’ hoes down

Scoop her up and make her pull her clothes down

And if she don’t, I need a different bitch

What cha call it, all inside her beverage

Alcoholic ho gon’ let me use her credit

I fuck around and bought a benz with this

Hey, my baby mama fucking dude

But dude, baby mama let me fuck her too

So I ain’t never really give a shit

Old head hit the dope and felt that power

In the hood walkin’ for hours

Cause that youngin’ served him powder like a pixy stix