Quarantine

[Intro: Heemi]
(Uh) Ooh-ooh-ooh
Trail nigga, what's up?
Huh? I like how that feel
Huh? Ay
Huh? (Nigga, what's up?)

[Verse 1: Heemi & Bossy]
Poppin' all them pills to slip my dawg into a coma (Huh?)
Mixin' hella xannies and perkies with that patrona
My other homie book 'cause he just knocked the nigga over (Huh?)
Runnin' from the law, they caught him high, never own a
I been at my auntie's mixin' coke up with the soda (Auntie)
Auntie, she get high, so she don't trip 'bout the aroma (Huh?)
The hustlers in the house 'cause niggas down from the Corona
But we just try and bubble like a lime in the Corona (Haha)
Nothin' like a cop, ain't got a 9 up in the holster
This 40 in my hand, this shit'll fly if you approach us
But we ain't tryna smoke stuff, we just tryna focus
And make an M before we hang it up, like posters (Hold on)
Fuck crack and safes, dawg, I'm tryna crack the bank (Huh?)
So I can make sure my buddy straight when I crack the gates
I talk to him every day, it's set Saturday (Every day)
And he ain't stressin' or nothin', he in a happy space
Shit, I guess it's just relaxin', wait (Huh?)
'Cause he ain't trippin' 'bout no money
'Cause he know he comin' back to cake (Comin' back)
We gon' grind like Tony Hawks (Huh?)
I sold dimes out my homie's spot (Huh?)
Won't throw shade at you, only shots
No XD's, homie, only Glocks (Only Glocks)
So is we gon' make a toast or not? (Huh?)
He got the drop on me, so he thought (So he thought)
Bro I got so much spots, all the opps call me polka dot (Polka dot)
When hear me rappin', niggas know it's hot (They know)
But I got tired of sittin' back, wonderin' if I'ma blow or not
My young boy phone boom, but he just blow the guap (Wow)
The way it move, it won't last 'cause I know he hot (Wow)
LOL nigga, what you doin' tryna control the block? (What you doin'?)
Buy a bill my salon, that's how you open shops (Huh?)
Get yo' bread money, but use your head, dummy (Use your head, dummy)
'Cause you can't spend it when you, leave your kids down (Ay, yo)

[Verse 2: Bossy]
And I don’t trust niggas when it comes to business, I'ma mind mine
Back door agendas, blow up in they face like land mines (Boom)
Got a bitch that’s a sniffer, in the kitchen with a cast iron
Strapped like suspenders over the shoulder, tech got hang time
The plug don’t hit me, get it when he get it, ain’t no deadlines
He throw me extra grams, he know I'ma be just fine
Being broke ain’t funny like a joke without a punchline
I just made a rack, phone booming like a hotline
My plug is from Iraq and he send me packs
And what I do after that? He’s pretty privy to that
I’ll flip it acrobatic no mat
Send it back through CashApp
You niggas struggle tryna run it up like the last lap
I play stupid when the cops come like I don’t know the facts
You niggas brilliant when they come, shake you down like craps
Real nigga, I work with what I got
I would say I got it out the mud
But I got it out the pot
And if you gotta ask how much I got, then I ain't got a lot
I’m the difference tween a rich nigga and a have not
Bank account look suspicious like I’m doing fraud, you know it’s real
When the niggas you look up to call you god
Heavens feel, I got mass appeal, I'm a package deal
You ain’t half a real, than these IG bitches
Tapped ya baby momma twice, not talking IG pictures
Fucked her on the couch, I turned my bed into a safe
I don’t need a bank my nigga, yeah

[Outro: Bossy]
What up, Heemi?
Yeah
East side Pittsburgh shit, nigga
Already know what the fuck goin' on, man
East side