Quin NFN Feat. Lil2z - " Back And Better" (Lyrics)

LYRICS OF "  Back And Better"  - Quin NFN Feat. Lil2z - LYRICS

Quin NFN Feat. Lil2z  - "  Back And Better" (Lyrics)

Lyrics of the song "  Back And Better"  the artist Quin NFN Feat. Lil2z 

Hol' on, gang, hol' on (Grra)

Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better

They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever

But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester

I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em

He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him

Drew Brees, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure

She— She— She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her

Too many racks, I'ma need a collector

Still servin' packs, nigga, I'm the possessor

Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor

He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket

Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie

Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet

We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]

Hol' on, gang, hol' on

They speakin'— They speakin' on me, nigga, speak on your partners

And I'm not a pilot, but play with them choppas

We came to the club with them killers and robbers

Whole lotta hoes and a whole lotta bottles

Whole lotta gangsters, a whole lotta models

We drinkin' drank, sip it right out the bottle

He dove in the streets, should've had on some goggles

They really feel how I'm comin' and like how I kick it

He scared of an onion, ain't know how to flip it

I bag up a bow, get him gone in some minutes

You cut grass and mow, I'ma lower the ticket

They stealin' my flow, but don't know how to spit it

Just dope in this wood, we ain't rollin' up midget

That nigga cap, he belong with a fitted

Take off to the top, but belong in them trenches

When I'm makin' plays, only time you'll see me

Spit a verse, they rewind it and repeat

All the opps really vow to my CD

Von steady throwing up the trey like CP

I'ma slide with a MAC like PC

Fendi Crip, but his partner and 'em GD

Burn a nigga ass quick, give him BD

I can't leave out the hood 'cause they need me

R— Racks in the vault, got them racks in the vault, I don't gotta ask what it costs

Immaculate sauce, ayy, get the bag and I'm lost

Soon as the package get off, then it's back to the loft

Pour up some Act' in this raw, I'm not average at all

I've been in the game, I ain't packin' a ball

Nigga talkin' bout he strapped, but ain't packin' at all

When you havin' your way, you'll cop it quicker

I know bitch niggas act like they got a nigga

If he diss, then he drunk, took some shots of liquor

And I'm already poppin', don't gotta diss you

I stay humble in per' 'cause I'm solid, nigga

Don't be thinkin' it's sweet 'cause my kindness, nigga

I ain't flexin' too often, I got it, nigga

Self-defense anything tryna stop me, nigga

[Chorus: Quin NFN]

Hol' on, gang (Grra), hol' on

Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better

They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever

But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester

I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em

He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him

Drew Brees, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure

She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her

Too many racks, I'ma need a collector

Still servin' packs, nigga, I'm the possessor

Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor

He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket

Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie

Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet

We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic

[Verse 2: Lil 2z & Quin NFN]

These racks in my pocket keep me warm like a blanket

Just chicken and rice, get it from the Jamaicans

I hope you dumb niggas don't try what you thinkin'

Your ass'll get put in a box like a ray

Pockets fatter than a bitch, look like Big Daddy V

I be chasin' my dreams like I'm signin' with Meek

Get money, repeat, do that shit every week

Early bird, get the worms, so I grew me a beak

I feel like Kevin Gates, I'm a real big speaker

The choppa got vocals, it sound like Alicia

I need every slice of my dough like a pizza

And free Uncle homie and fuck Arkeisha (Fuck— Fuck Arkeisha)

Say, that's how you comin', lil' Quin?

I'ma unblock the bitch, tell her, "Pull up at 10"

And I'm fuckin' that ho while she toppin' her friend

When she get out the car, I'ma block her again

From the 'burbs and she bougie and ratchet

I'ma speak the fuck up, I ain't chokin' like Rabbit

Back to back blunts, got me feelin' fantastic

Probably throw up the deuce when I'm dead in my casket (Hahaha)

That was my ex, I was laughin' off

Before I chase the bitch, I'll be better off jackin' off

Feel like cement, ain't no way that we packin' off

Put egg on the candle, lil' nigga, let's crack it off (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Quin NFN]

Hol' on, gang (Grra), hol' on

Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better

They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever

But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester

I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em

He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him

Drew Brees, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure

She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her

Too many racks, I'ma need a collector

Still servin' packs, nigga, I'm the possessor

Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor

He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket

Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie

Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet

We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic