Moment 4 Life

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
Wait
Huh
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
(You gonna end up dead [?])
Wait

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
My hood is icy
Up the .40 if he talkin spicy, like
Back out the TEC, no Nike
Bad bitch trippin', said she just like me
She a baddie with her baddie friends
She a baddie with a baddie bestie
No one outside, we gon' spin again
And again till the clip get empty, like

[Verse: Quelly Woo & Jah Woo]
Bad bitch booty pokin' odee, like
No-No G, she got the wagon
I got it on me everywhere I go
You know anythin' could happen
If the tan jam when we on they glide
Run him over, leave him flattened, like
Jah shoot like Ray Allen
Tucker the demon not showin' compassion, like
Pop me a 30, get high like Zathura
I met a baddie, she cute
And she on timin', wanna hold the Taurus, like
Up chop, better duck and move
Before you get hit in your head, no warnin', like
Put a hole in your head like a tire, like
And I got 'ooters for a hire, like
They gon' fire
Jah-Jah Woo get to dumpin'
Suvy don't care about no repercussions
Fuck all the talkin' and assumptions
Duppy gon' pull up and fuck up the function, like
Hit them folks, no dance move
I met a baddie, she makin' that ass–
Move, like
And she know what to do with it, like, look
Woo shit
Back out the .40, go coo quick, like
Dior on my body, I'm blessed
Big spliff punchin', it's that Nick, Nick, Nick
Woo shit
Back out the .40, go coo quick, like
Cuz matchin' my five so we throwin' ten
Ain't stoppin' till we get revenge, like, damn
And no, we not makin' amends
Ain't stoppin' till we X they man
Feel like I'm Ben when I pop me a ten
Spin on the opps, then we do it again, like
No Kodak
.40 a camera, it'll make him a throwback
No toe tags
New dead opp in the air, tell him, "Go post that"
Pour a four, you don't know what I been through
Like, damn, I was never judgmental
Po-Pop me Addy, it's rockin' my temple
Back out the .40 and watch how they tremble
I'm with Jah spinnin' in a rental
.38 on me, I'm feelin' special
Keep a .40, hollows gon' blitz you
Dig off the scene, I'm not 'mackin' the Benz coupe
Dig off the scene, I ain't 'mackin' the Hellcat
Back out the G and I'm knockin' your head back
Movin' like Rick, when I spin it's a head tap
Stupid nigga got sent where his friends at
Rollin' dice wit' your life, get your head cracked
Feelin' like Bron, when I shoot gotta step back
Lu-Lu
Where he at? He got sent where the bench at

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
My hood is icy
Up the .40 if he talkin spicy, like
Back out the TEC, no Nike
Bad bitch trippin', said she just like me
She a baddie with her baddie friends
She a baddie with a baddie bestie
No one outside, we gon' spin again
And again till the clip get empty, like