Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sewed Up, Pt. 2 (Back Again), artist - Quin Nfn. Date of issue: 15.12.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sewed Up, Pt. 2 (Back Again) |
| Yah, yah |
| Ayy |
| Phew, phew, phew, phew |
| Gang, hold on |
| Ayy, phew, phew |
| Back again with a whole 'nother sack (Sack) |
| South the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (Throw the cat) |
| We can fuck, if you show me some racks (Ayy) |
| Givin' favors, was holdin' me back |
| Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq |
| We outside, niggas know where we at |
| On the block, tryna scout me a pack (Tryna scout) |
| I was already turnt up and ignorant (Ignorant) |
| Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (Free the guys) |
| Niggas cap in they rap, we ain’t feelin' it (Cappin') |
| He ain’t from where I’m from, he a immigrant |
| She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate |
| You ain’t hard on a ho, boy you feminine |
| They know we tryna step like a timberland (Pow, pow) |
| ARP known to blow of a ligament (Brrrah) |
| Pump fake and I don’t need 'em 'round us ('Round us) |
| Niggas envy, I don’t need 'em 'round me |
| Had to start all this shit from the ground up (Ground up) |
| Built the bread, let 'em do it without me (Without me) |
| Niggas see where you at, tryna clout seek (Clout) |
| Okay cool, turn a rapper to ground beef (Pow, pow) |
| I was already turnt when they found me (Found us) |
| I’m the king in the city, they crown me (Bitch) |
| One deep ten toes and it’s all right (Ten) |
| Now he lack on his actions, but talk right (Damn) |
| When we drill 'em, we pop out in all black (Pow, pow, pow, pow) |
| That’s ironic, 'cause I’m rockin' off white (Haa) |
| I adapt to this shit, that they call like (Call like) |
| If you talkin' too much, he the loud type |
| I be fuckin' that ho, had her brain dead (Brain dead) |
| Pop a perc, go to work, hit her all night (Haa) |
| Nowadays gotta stay with my gun |
| Niggas my sons, I feel like I done birthed 'em (Birthed 'em) |
| No they won’t understand me, that’s why I’m with only the family, |
| I feel like I’m Durk 'nem (Durk) |
| Let 'em shotta come jacked, boy I’m pose to react |
| Put the bitch to your back like we burped 'em (Pow, pow paw) |
| Had to show all the lines, when we search 'em (Damn) |
| (He be gone with his move, we will murk him) |
| Back again with a whole 'nother sack (Sack) |
| South the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (Throw the cat) |
| We can fuck, if you show me some racks (Ayy) |
| Givin' favors, was holdin' me back |
| Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq |
| We outside, niggas know where we at |
| On the block, tryna scout me a pack (Tryna scout) |
| I was already turnt up and ignorant (Ignorant) |
| Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (Free the guys) |
| Niggas cap in they rap, we ain’t feelin' it (Cappin') |
| He ain’t from where I’m from, he a immigrant |
| She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate |
| You ain’t hard on a ho, boy you feminine |
| They know we tryna step like a timberland (Pow, pow) |
| ARP known to blow of a ligament (Brrrah) |
| Back again like I traveled through time |
| In the world full of hate, with a bag on my mind (Ayy) |
| Lil 2z a libra, but if you want smoke some cancer, then you could just give me |
| a sign (Just give me a sign) |
| Damn, I rap 'bout the same shit that we rap about |
| But nine times out of ten, all them bitch niggas lie |
| Theodore Roosevelt, my bitch a diamond (She a dime) |
| Lil Quin and Lil 2z like ketchup and Heinz (Like ketchup and Heinz) |
| Bet my Draco might know how to gang bang (Brrr) |
| 'Cause it bang till I start seeing blue flames |
| Gotta stop washin' my clothes and my bread in my pockets |
| 'Cause they keep on leavin' a blue stain (Haha) |
| I love 'em strippers like T-pain (Ayy) |
| That’s ironic, 'cause I’m rockin' two chains |
| All black mask on, Lil 2z Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne) |
| I used to hold up my pants with a shoestring |
| I got this shit out the muscle like protein (Like protein) |
| Run to that bag, got me good on my cardio |
| I’m 'bout my bucks like Drew and Giannis |
| And I’m 'bout my coins like Luigi and Mario (Like Mario) |
| I just keep sendin' and I prob' do the same shit again, but Imma still tell God |
| that «I'm sorry» tho (I'm sorry God) |
| Niggas ain’t never shot shit in they life, but they killed the whole world when |
| you hear 'em on audio (Hahaha) |
| Back again with a whole 'nother sack (Sack) |
| South the gang, she gon' throw me some cat (Throw the cat) |
| We can fuck, if you show me some racks (Ayy) |
| Givin' favors, was holdin' me back |
| Quin and 2z, like Kobe and Shaq |
| We outside, niggas know where we at |
| On the block, tryna scout me a pack (Tryna scout) |
| I was already turnt up and ignorant (Ignorant) |
| Free the guys, they know all of 'em innocent (Free the guys) |
| Niggas cap in they rap, we ain’t feelin' it (Cappin') |
| He ain’t from where I’m from, he a immigrant |
| She gon' fuck on the kid and get intimate |
| You ain’t hard on a ho, boy you feminine |
| They know we tryna step like a timberland (Pow, pow) |
| ARP known to blow of a ligament (Brrrah) |