I’m Not Finished

[Intro]
Noah Got Hits
Aye who made it? [?] made it bitch
BlockOnDaTrack
Cool
Ya dig, Big Quill
Haha
That's crazy

[Verse 1]
[?] be switched, stutterin’
Chains, floodin’ ‘em
Hanes, Fruit of the Loom, I don’t wear none of them
Fuck all that gang bangin’ shit, bitch it's personal
Nigga not tryna’ step, they tryna beef with me virtual
I keep cuttin’ up like some surgical
Backseat let me show what that curtain do
Play with me imma show what that hearse do

[Verse 2]
Haha, I’m not finished
Louis Vuitton when I'm shoppin’ in Lennox
Paid his bond to get out, he still spinnin’
I been hot like the sauce since a children
I been knowin’ how I accumulate a million
I’m getting high in this bitch like a building
From the ground, came up had to build it
If it's not ‘bout the cash then it’s bullshit
Yes, I still ride around with a full clip
Finna cop the Bust down, 'prolly two of them
Nigga try be the [?] I’m like who is them?
Make ‘em eat [?] what you doin’ here
Fly to [?] and catch me a vibe me Foo and them
Im a hustler, hustlin’ bring me them bands I can show what to do with ‘em
Hood ride around dark tint, no key
Miami vibin’ I’m callin’ [?]
It ain’t no decidin’ we slidin’ for free
This bitch got some mileage she ridin’ on me
Tried it, bitin’ on me
[?]
Gettin’ the bag really excitin’ to me
Nigga chicken like sesame, please

[Verse 2]
Haha, stop it
In the shoebox, I’m makin’ deposits
Hundred thousand inside of the closet
Fucked around and took off like a rocket
Tryna’ fuck, I’m not takin’ you shoppin’
Play it safe and they say that you dodgin’
Fucked this ho’ very long oxycontin
Yeah my pockets they bloated, sloppy
Yo watch tick tock get back
Big Quill stay down, got the big racks
Can you please come get your bitch back?
Tryna’ finesse the kid I’m not with that
Pullin’ numbers so she askin’ me how I get that
I been the shit way back since [?]
They did not think I could cut that
That’s crazy

[Verse 3]
It’s not over
Baking soda with [?] marijuana
On the block with the Glock for opponents
Smokin’ all of my opps, I’m a stoner
To the top where I’m goin’, loner
I’m Don Quillion bitch, I’m harder than boner
I used to ride [?] now I ride Daytona
Take a trip on the charter, they sleep like a coma
That nigga outta’ shut up if he smart
My bitch mixin’ Fendi with fashion nova
I swear to god nigga can’t put my card up
Sayin’ he in the field, man this bitch in the yard
Don’t need fuckin’ drank when I'm poppin' these bottles
I walked inside of this bitch with some steppas
They ready to step on some shit not no [?]

[Outro]
Be cautious
‘For I send a hit at your daughter
Don’t know why they really be arguin’
Haha, that’s crazy
Haha
Don Quillion