Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Half, artist - Quentin Miller. Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Half |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Born and raised 1−3-1−7 |
| Born and raised 1−3-1−7 |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie |
| Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah |
| I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah |
| How much you spent to take her out? |
| I spend a grip on my bitch |
| Cause I got it, I got it |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it |
| Don’t trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Addy’s takin' hold now, I’m on a roll now |
| Oh you niggas know us now? |
| I’m touchin' road now |
| I linked up with Needlz, he ten minutes from the house |
| Just like your TV, we in the house, in the house, yeah |
| Niggas pocket-watchin', niggas pocket-watchin' |
| Wait, bitches pocket-watchin', that is not a problem |
| Niggas thought that they could stop 'em, but they not gon' stop me |
| With your girl, I change the topic to that sloppy-toppy |
| Got a new thing out in Vegas |
| I got hoes in different area codes like Nate did |
| Flex up on my haters by mistake and |
| Coach Cam roll in flagrance |
| And I put on for my city and my state |
| Middle fingers to my enemies and all the ones they came with |
| Hold up wait, '97 made the lane switch |
| Hold up wait, it’s a shame cause I can’t miss |
| Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie |
| Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah |
| I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah |
| How much you spent to take her out? |
| I spend a grip on my bitch |
| Cause I got it, I got it |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it |
| Don’t trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (Pour some, my young niggas is zombies) |
| I looked up with Quentin at the Tidal show, I know he got me |
| You bet my 'gera you a jack-ass |
| They know not to try me |
| I can tell by what they rockin' that they pocket-watchin' |
| I think he shop at Buffalo Exchange, that’s not Armani |
| Houston we have a problem, man niggas rocket-launchin' |
| I think they contemplating stoppin', that is not a option |
| Drinkin Tequila old-fashioned with my new bitch |
| Ayye, shout to my Uncle Frank |
| Stella, I got my groove back |
| Tell me who’s the goat, I’m really lampin' in that lambo |
| I don’t wear Bape no more, I’m in the cut like I wear camo |
| This white girl with me, she got lips like Little Black Sambo |
| You mad in movie clips, right now I feel like fucking rambo |
| Ayye, Zoe Kravits, let her know I just might shoot the club up |
| Ayye, hol' up, wait |
| Let’s have a baby girl, I’ll lose the rubber |
| Ayye, hol' up, wait |
| SSX, tricky flex maneuvers |
| I’m leanin' like I’m jason off a half of Freddy Krueger |
| Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie |
| Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah |
| I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah |
| How much you spent to take her out? |
| I spend a grip on my bitch |
| Cause I got it, I got it |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it |
| Don’t trip, I got it |