CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Quarantine
Fifty Grand
Balmain
I'm stuck in quarantine, but now they notice me
My n***a got the beam, I got the blade on me
Got hella weight on me, they tryna hate on me
Sipping this purple lean, feel like i’m sailing
Talk on my gang we up on the street
My boys gone have to hit you with that heat
These n***as be lame
They cannot compete, my boy gone run straight up with that (beam)
Make a n***a look like flat Stanley
He try me, he gone feel defeat
You lying, boy you so damn weak
You ain't golden b*t*h that's your damn teeth
n***as trash, they make me sigh and sh*t, I be like why and sh*t
I’m smoking on gas, b*t*h I'm a fly and sh*t, b*t*h I feel high as sh*t
You b*t*h riding me, just like a bike and sh*t, I be like damn lil b*t*h
This blade gone hit, its gone give u trauma, call me 4am lil b*t*h
I'm stuck in quarantine, but now they notice me
My n***a got the beam, I got the blade on me
Got hella weight on me, they tryna hate on me
Sipping this purple lean, feel like i'm sailing
Talk on my gang we up on the street
My boys gone have to hit you with that heat
These n***as be lame
They cannot compete, my boy gone run straight up with that (beam)
Make a n***a look like flat Stanley
He try me, he gone feel defeat
You lying, boy you so damn weak
You ain't golden b*t*h that's your damn teeth
Balmain
I'm stuck in quarantine, but now they notice me
My n***a got the beam, I got the blade on me
Got hella weight on me, they tryna hate on me
Sipping this purple lean, feel like i’m sailing
Talk on my gang we up on the street
My boys gone have to hit you with that heat
These n***as be lame
They cannot compete, my boy gone run straight up with that (beam)
Make a n***a look like flat Stanley
He try me, he gone feel defeat
You lying, boy you so damn weak
You ain't golden b*t*h that's your damn teeth
n***as trash, they make me sigh and sh*t, I be like why and sh*t
I’m smoking on gas, b*t*h I'm a fly and sh*t, b*t*h I feel high as sh*t
You b*t*h riding me, just like a bike and sh*t, I be like damn lil b*t*h
This blade gone hit, its gone give u trauma, call me 4am lil b*t*h
I'm stuck in quarantine, but now they notice me
My n***a got the beam, I got the blade on me
Got hella weight on me, they tryna hate on me
Sipping this purple lean, feel like i'm sailing
Talk on my gang we up on the street
My boys gone have to hit you with that heat
These n***as be lame
They cannot compete, my boy gone run straight up with that (beam)
Make a n***a look like flat Stanley
He try me, he gone feel defeat
You lying, boy you so damn weak
You ain't golden b*t*h that's your damn teeth
