Whole Nother State

Lyrics: Alexander Gabriel Quezada Music: Alexander Gabriel Quezada [Verse] That ain't my partner nigga, that ain't my mans He thought it had burnt him but it gave him a tan Glock in my jumper, got popped, contraband She not tryna' hang with no lame, join the band He sold his soul so he [wrote on the gang?] Glock in my pants, the Chrome Heart on my pants I made them boys crashout on lease for them bands The stick get to kickin', it did it again I turn them ho's up just like Vivica friends I robbed him for the racks, I put that on the 10 I popped him in the back just like Ricky, I spin Mask up and walk out the apartments with FN This tailor-made fit on the top of my skin She gave up that throat, I pulled up with the skims See, I know you feel like the one Tеaring out, I peel out on sum' Terrorize him, take all his funds Up thе stick, go out like the don Off wock, go me two-tone, lil nigga just wait All black G, go BB, that's my taste Band a bail, back southside scraping paint Seen so many racks that it made that ho faint Come through the back, I come back through that flank Popped him in the face, he ain't did nun' but blink So many racks, man that shit make you think Died on that move, but he did that for rank Lost everything nigga took out the bank Wrapped up my jewelry, put that bitch in the sink Whippin' that bit' but the wheels getting yanked You go out bad, you gave your all to a skank Stick on the waist, he get hit at his place Stick on the waist but it spit like some mace I just want the face, all she want is blue face Bitch gotta' get up out my face for God sake More money than your daddy nigga, **** what you think This 100K cash on a highspeed chase We ****ed for too long, man I might need break I'm popping my gun but do it at my pace Don't want me around cause the tats on my face Talk zone when you see me, you got the mats on the base Popped at that boy, he couldn't do nun' but brace 385K then I beat that lil' case I ride with the K, what the **** you gon' say? Speaking too much, make them die where they lay They play with the Band, they gon' have a bad day You think that this choppa’ fake? Watch this bitch spray Put dick in her mouth, I couldn’t hear what she say These niggas be using, these niggas be fake I pull out these screws and I go have my way Switch on the yhap, ain't nobody wan' play Wrap him up, bodybag, put in his place Tell on they mans, anything to escape That nigga mad, he done spent all his pape' Doggin’ shit out I ain’t nun’ like lil’ Jake He gon’ die on God, he talk to the jakes Popping shit off, popping shit ‘till I can't Double dose, I pour the deuce of that drank You know I spin, when I see you, can’t wait I popped the top on his hat with that pape’ I ****ed this ho in a whole 'nother state Turn the game off X-Games mode, Glocks off Yeah she eating up the dick, Glokk whole Put BL on my tombstone Yeah and I’m trying everything, oh I’m slidin’ at the bank, I'm slidin' with the guys, frrat I hang with the Mobb, I hang with the ones