[Lyric] Quantity (Brian Abell)

I am a prodigy
I smoke alotta weed
I smoke quality
I sell quantity
They say life is what you make it
Take that shot n hope you make it
I just do this shit for fun
Nd im not trynna be the greatest
Niggas waiting for this drop
Feaning
Like they loosing patience
Stay hitting up my phone
Cause that nigga is a patient
He just want his medication
Roll that herb n get to blazing
Straight satisfaction
Like a nigga feel amazing
Straight to the money
Cause that bag im always chasing
N i stay stacking bread
So these niggas always hating
Kushman up on es beat
And kush is my blunt
Nd I dnt mean to be blunt
But i don't give fuck
Grab the liquor fill my cup
Take a sip n then a gulp
Get some orange juice
With a lil bit of pulp
You married to that hoe
Well im married to these bucks
Pockets to full
N my safe been gettin stuffed
Pockets stay full
N now my places is nice as fuck
Trap smart in es strees
Nigga Don't press your luck
I started out
Young trapper
Witha grit
Soild it quick
Den et grit
Became a zip
Steady moving
That zip
Turned into zips
Talk to much nigga just
Zip up yo lips
Back to the stove
Grab the scale
Grab the kit
Get the stack
Witha toolie
On my hip
El chapo
Got the draco
Witha dick
N I keep a Glock
Red dot
It hold 30 in the clip
Call et bihh bayblade
Im finna let her rip
Left the scene bloody
Bitch niggas finna drip
Coroner's come in
Body bags getting zipped
Had to get ea nigga talking
Had em hanging of a cliff
Slapped et nigga up
Had to fatten up his lips
Up the Glock on em
N now he getting pistol whip
Nigga ain't talking
Time to empty out the clip
Nigga wouldn't talk
N now his body laying limp