Quality Control - Bait Lyrics

[Flame] 🔥 Quality Control - Bait Lyrics

[Intro]
Zeron
Yeah, Yaw
Easy money man
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus]
I got racks (Racks), bitch, that bait (Bait)
Me and three bitches on a double date (Double, double, double)
Treat my bitches like I do my Rollie face (Switch ’em up, up)
Send a bitch and be away, but it’s not a chase
Why would I lie? (Why?) Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiatos on a truck, the bitch sit high (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The pussy good, but the head extra fire (Extra fire)
I’m in the kitchen with that biscuit, that’s that fire (Bow, bow, bow)

[Verse 1]
Face car, would I clean my face?
After I fuck then she gotta give me my space
4-4-2 my motor, you don’t wanna race
I got all type of bitches, different race
And they pretty, we go and get it, ain’t leavin’ no trace
She let me send the pack, I’m sleeping in her place
We go tit for tat and raise the murder rate
I want cake, I ain’t talkin’ funnel cake
I got racks, fuck the bait, she can’t help not to pass
Got some niggas wipe your nose and your ass, lil’ nigga
Tunnel vision, you ain’t talkin’ about them racks, go figure
Broke my pot, ran spot, crackin’ the pan, no simmer

[Verse 2]
Poppin’ percs, that shit got me itchy, itchy, itchy
I want paper, that shit got me with the itchy fingers
My lil’ buddy, he get ugly with his trigger finger
My lil’ slutty, she like muddy when I’m diggin’ deeper
Put these Percs on her tongue
Puttin’ in work, then do a song
Make her squirt before I cum
Paper route, no TomTom
I need bags, lump sum
Give me them racks, lump sum
Bet on a bag, stick got drums
I put up figures and count with thumbs