Sewed Up

[Intro: Quin NFN]
(Cio)
Hold on, ayy, gang
Hold on, ayy

[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Gang, hold on, ayy (Hold on)
Back to back, clutchin' sticks on the road (On the road)
Ayy, ball like 'Bron, should've went to the pros (Should've went)
What I cop, you can't cop in the stores
Can't compete 'cause your clique full of hoes
A whole lot of drip, spent a brick on my toes (That's red)
Have lil' bro 'nem go hit up his home
If I come up right now, I'm investin' in poles (We on it)
I've been runnin' up bands for the stamina (For the stamina)
Don't get ate tryna play for that camera (For the camera)
Lot of mops in the crib like a janitor (Grrah)
That bitch know I'm a vet, not an amateur (I'm on it)
VS1 diamonds colder than Canada
Got a whole lot of ratchets on ratchets like Pamela (Baow, baow)
We gon' spin everyday on the calendar
Get fired in this bitch like you pissed off your manager (Dumb ass)

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
We gon' wet that bitch up, get a raincoat (Grrah)
Is you niggas gon' slide? I don't think so (Get off)
Go a whole lot of places you can't go (We on it)
Poke a whole lot of bitches you can't poke
Drive a whole lot of horses you can't smoke
Work off a Perc', she gonna fuck for a bankroll
I be kickin' this shit, I'm an a-hole
My esé the hardest, he feelin' like peso (Peso)
Get the cheese, then dip like queso
I slide with the Glock on the block like a Lego (Baow, baow)
Tryna flex with some shit you ain't pay for
My young nigga four foot tall with a Draco (Grrah)
They know Quin droppin' racks on the say so
Lativo gon' hunt like he Dora or Diego (He on it)
Hit him up, then we act like we ain't know
Have lil' bro do a stain while I lay low

[Bridge: Quin NFN]
In the city, got young niggas sewed up
I just walked in the yo' and I'm poled up (Grrah)
Niggas envy lil' Quin, nigga, so what?
Have Lil Ron drop the top with the doors up
I got back on they ass when I blowed up
Used to rock with them niggas, I growed up
Niggas fragile and soft, they'll fold up
Got this shit on my own, I don't owe nothin'
In the city, got young niggas sewed up (Hold on)
I just walked in the yo' and I'm poled up (Poled up)
Niggas envy lil' Quin, nigga, so what? (So what?)
Have Lil Ron drop the top with the doors up (Doors up)
I got back on they ass when I blowed up (Blowed up)
Used to rock with them niggas, I growed up (I'm on it)
Niggas fragile and soft, they'll fold up (Bitch)
Got this shit on my own, I don't owe nothin'
Gang, hold on, ayy (Hold on)

[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Gang, hold on, ayy (Hold on)
Back to back, clutchin' sticks on the road (On the road)
Ayy, ball like 'Bron, should've went to the pros (Should've went)
What I cop, you can't cop in the stores
Can't compete 'cause your clique full of hoes
A whole lot of drip, spent a brick on my toes (That's red)
Have lil' bro 'nem go hit up his home
If I come up right now, I'm investin' in poles (We on it)
I've been runnin' up bands for the stamina (For the stamina)
Don't get ate tryna play for that camera (For the camera)
Lot of mops in the crib like a janitor (Grrah)
That bitch know I'm a vet, not an amateur (I'm on it)
VS1 diamonds colder than Canada
Got a whole lot of ratchets on ratchets like Pamela (Baow, baow)
We gon' spin everyday on the calendar
Get fired in this bitch like you pissed off your manager

[Verse 2: Lil 2z]
Hey, ayy, back to back, steady bustin' down bows
I got work like I'm livin' at Lowe's (Lowe's)
When I die, bury me in my gold (In my gold)
Boy, these niggas gon' pay what they owe
If you don't, might as well hang yourself from a rope (From a rope)
He only did like eight or nine shows, how the fuck does this young nigga keep getting dough? (Hahaha)
2z ain't never been out the country, but 2z whole fit is from Burberry London (It is)
Like a nigga that ain't got no legs, I promise Lil 2z ain't doing no runnin' (I ain't)
When 2z was down on his dick, he went got him a peezy and then started hustlin' (He did)
H2GMB with the business, I got this shit sewed up like I broke a button (Ayy)
Back then, this shit wasn't easy, you wanted some heat, had to cut on the oven (Ayy)
When I get to thinkin' 'bout all of that shit, I just sit back and smoke by the dozen
As long as my people straight, I could give a fuck bout getting a Grammy or buzzin' (Ayy)
I gotta stay down and be humble, I know how it feel when you never had nothing (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Gang, hold on, ayy (Hold on)
Back to back, clutchin' sticks on the road (On the road)
Ayy, ball like 'Bron, should've went to the pros (Should've went)
What I cop, you can't cop in the stores
Can't compete 'cause your clique full of hoes
A whole lot of drip, spent a brick on my toes (That's red)
Have lil' bro 'nem go hit up his home
If I come up right now, I'm investin' in poles (We on it)
I've been runnin' up bands for the stamina (For the stamina)
Don't get ate tryna play for that camera (For the camera)
Lot of mops in the crib like a janitor (Grrah)
That bitch know I'm a vet, not an amateur (I'm on it)
VS1 diamonds colder than Canada
Got a whole lot of ratchets on ratchets like Pamela (Baow, baow)
We gon' spin everyday on the calendar
Get fired in this bitch like you pissed off your manager