Quartz by ThoseGuysThatRap Lyrics
[Hook: Parker Automatic]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Verse 1: Parker Automatic]
No really though
In this game of love, man a nigga found the cheat code
Bouta go beast mode
With a crew so live make the feds pull a RICO, no Suave
Thought I went coast to coast with the way that I be on the highway
With a spliff in my hand
And I stay in my own lane so I'm never in a traffic jam
Gah Damn! You don't wanna turn into it
Rope around my neck I play double-dutch with it
Suicidal thoughts make beautiful music
This music got me suicide doors when I whip it (Someday!)
[Hook: Parker Automatic]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got mе contemplating
When we gon' lеave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Verse 2: escon]
We was smoking blunts on junction
'Fore we even pulled up to the function
All the roaches had us buggin'
Small talking with the bad druggies
They say they love me I know it's lies
But the look in her eyes got me hypnotized
She grab my hand and make me grip her thighs
Lady tryna see and be what's all on my mind
So I tell her it's all about the racks while I stare at her rack
Ain't no time to relax I gotta movement to build
No time to chill, but all work and no play just ain't for real
Sipping Johnny hoping nobody pour red rum on my fun
Wherever I'm on on a song I'm number one
Put the youth on to the cause cuz I'm the one
Yeah lotta niggas shooters, but nah I ain't the one
Tell a pig I'm too pretty for any description
Dr. Dre'll say I'm ill and I need a prescription
Someday turn my album into your addiction
So who you fucking with, hun?
Who you fucking with?
[Hook]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Bridge: escon]
I light this Q and make it shine quartz
Make 'em say 'ay you', they see the value of course
I light this Q and make it shine like quartz
Make 'em say 'ay you', they see the value of course
[Verse 3: Mat King Cole]
Dressed in all black like Tommy Lee Jones
Bad track 11, nigga, leave me alone
Feeling real good like my last name Simone
Wanna know bout the kid, baby ask me some more
Questions, what are my intentions?
For you good dick and time will be invested
Until we blow up those guys who know a couple of things
Who got they own cha-ching now baby hold up
(Ah shit!)
Its Norm I rock well, so let paint the picture so you see yourself
I know you loving it, clear we in the same covenant
You grinning like you wrote Bubblin'
Girl I'm coming in hotter than Nelly in '02
Got you thinking I took a trip from Lou to Neptune
Let's head to the bedroom, you moving just like zoom
I ain't got my own whip but this Uber got leg room
I'm just tryna vibe for a little while
Off earth, so why pretend to, get a little rest and maybe do it again
I got two of my niggas you got two of ya friends, so they should
[Hook: Parker Automatic]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function?
I didn't bag you for nothing
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Verse 1: Parker Automatic]
No really though
In this game of love, man a nigga found the cheat code
Bouta go beast mode
With a crew so live make the feds pull a RICO, no Suave
Thought I went coast to coast with the way that I be on the highway
With a spliff in my hand
And I stay in my own lane so I'm never in a traffic jam
Gah Damn! You don't wanna turn into it
Rope around my neck I play double-dutch with it
Suicidal thoughts make beautiful music
This music got me suicide doors when I whip it (Someday!)
[Hook: Parker Automatic]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got mе contemplating
When we gon' lеave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Verse 2: escon]
We was smoking blunts on junction
'Fore we even pulled up to the function
All the roaches had us buggin'
Small talking with the bad druggies
They say they love me I know it's lies
But the look in her eyes got me hypnotized
She grab my hand and make me grip her thighs
Lady tryna see and be what's all on my mind
So I tell her it's all about the racks while I stare at her rack
Ain't no time to relax I gotta movement to build
No time to chill, but all work and no play just ain't for real
Sipping Johnny hoping nobody pour red rum on my fun
Wherever I'm on on a song I'm number one
Put the youth on to the cause cuz I'm the one
Yeah lotta niggas shooters, but nah I ain't the one
Tell a pig I'm too pretty for any description
Dr. Dre'll say I'm ill and I need a prescription
Someday turn my album into your addiction
So who you fucking with, hun?
Who you fucking with?
[Hook]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function
I didn't bag you for nothing
[Bridge: escon]
I light this Q and make it shine quartz
Make 'em say 'ay you', they see the value of course
I light this Q and make it shine like quartz
Make 'em say 'ay you', they see the value of course
[Verse 3: Mat King Cole]
Dressed in all black like Tommy Lee Jones
Bad track 11, nigga, leave me alone
Feeling real good like my last name Simone
Wanna know bout the kid, baby ask me some more
Questions, what are my intentions?
For you good dick and time will be invested
Until we blow up those guys who know a couple of things
Who got they own cha-ching now baby hold up
(Ah shit!)
Its Norm I rock well, so let paint the picture so you see yourself
I know you loving it, clear we in the same covenant
You grinning like you wrote Bubblin'
Girl I'm coming in hotter than Nelly in '02
Got you thinking I took a trip from Lou to Neptune
Let's head to the bedroom, you moving just like zoom
I ain't got my own whip but this Uber got leg room
I'm just tryna vibe for a little while
Off earth, so why pretend to, get a little rest and maybe do it again
I got two of my niggas you got two of ya friends, so they should
[Hook: Parker Automatic]
Hop in, hop out
Need to fuck with a nigga no doubt
Hit the bank, don't like the amount
Not rich, I'm just starting out
Hop in, hop out
You got me contemplating
When we gon' leave this function?
I didn't bag you for nothing