Quadie Diesel Byegonez lyrics
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Quadie Diesel
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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I'm working on dying
Yeah
[Verse 1: Quadie Diesel]
Fuckin' on bitches, kickin' 'em out (Yeah)
She keep on chattin', dick in her mouth (Shit)
I got the peas, shippin' them out (Uh)
I just bled out, shoot me down south (I just bled)
Got a fat bitch, lift up her pouch ([?])
[?], wavy like scuba (Huh)
Take her to school, I'm Mr. Cool ([?])
We goin' federal, that bitch a trooper
Get to the money, I [?]
Fuck all these bitches like Karma Sutra
Watchin' my back just like a [?]
Get to the coin just like I'm parking (Get to the)
A work of art like I was at [?]
He sellin' drugs, I want a portion (He sellin' drugs?)
Different color drugs, I might [?] (Yeah)
It's Quadie Diеsel, the diesеl for scorching (Yeah)
It's Quadie Diesel, the diesel for torching
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
[?] I'm stackin' a fortune (Uh)
[?] always need me a portion (Uh)
Walk in my cut, yeah, the [?] and [?] (Uh)
Only head nino 'cause niggas be shortened (Uh)
Snitches in here, finna go call [?]
Hole in his head, now he look like a dorphin
Wait a minute, uh, I mean dolphin
No, I mean dope fiend
I just spent six figures [?] just on codeine (Huh)
[?] keep bringing more friends, I need more beans (Huh)
I'ma get tough in this bitch like [?] (Oh)
Said he on go, shit, fuck nigga, go then (Uh)
He switchin' sides on the gang, he a ho then (Uh)
He saw that [?] in the car like a [?]
Comin' outside, then that nigga gon' die and
[Verse 3: Quadie Diesel]
Twenty-eight, sixteens, ten packs
You know I talk numbers, no, can't get your shit back (Stupid)
Got a weak stomach [?]
I keep the rabbit food like a trick hat (Yeah)
Send a bitch home like I already hit that
I got the dome and she can't get a spit mat (Never)
Fuckin' a black and white bitch like a mismatch (Ayy)
I'm working on dying
Yeah
[Verse 1: Quadie Diesel]
Fuckin' on bitches, kickin' 'em out (Yeah)
She keep on chattin', dick in her mouth (Shit)
I got the peas, shippin' them out (Uh)
I just bled out, shoot me down south (I just bled)
Got a fat bitch, lift up her pouch ([?])
[?], wavy like scuba (Huh)
Take her to school, I'm Mr. Cool ([?])
We goin' federal, that bitch a trooper
Get to the money, I [?]
Fuck all these bitches like Karma Sutra
Watchin' my back just like a [?]
Get to the coin just like I'm parking (Get to the)
A work of art like I was at [?]
He sellin' drugs, I want a portion (He sellin' drugs?)
Different color drugs, I might [?] (Yeah)
It's Quadie Diеsel, the diesеl for scorching (Yeah)
It's Quadie Diesel, the diesel for torching
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
[?] I'm stackin' a fortune (Uh)
[?] always need me a portion (Uh)
Walk in my cut, yeah, the [?] and [?] (Uh)
Only head nino 'cause niggas be shortened (Uh)
Snitches in here, finna go call [?]
Hole in his head, now he look like a dorphin
Wait a minute, uh, I mean dolphin
No, I mean dope fiend
I just spent six figures [?] just on codeine (Huh)
[?] keep bringing more friends, I need more beans (Huh)
I'ma get tough in this bitch like [?] (Oh)
Said he on go, shit, fuck nigga, go then (Uh)
He switchin' sides on the gang, he a ho then (Uh)
He saw that [?] in the car like a [?]
Comin' outside, then that nigga gon' die and
[Verse 3: Quadie Diesel]
Twenty-eight, sixteens, ten packs
You know I talk numbers, no, can't get your shit back (Stupid)
Got a weak stomach [?]
I keep the rabbit food like a trick hat (Yeah)
Send a bitch home like I already hit that
I got the dome and she can't get a spit mat (Never)
Fuckin' a black and white bitch like a mismatch (Ayy)
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