Quick Draw Songtext
von OuterSpace

Uh

QD shit
OS
What up, player?
Blood brothers, nigga
L, what up?
Crip, dog, while I′m at work
I can take yours
I'm taking it back to nickel bag
Damn big
Yo

Yo, the money is clean, the car is washed and

Now the hood respect me, the boys are stopping

But I ain′t into making friends with the next chick

Not at all

I'm trying to put a quarter mil of gems in my necklace


I'm getting cocky but poppy not pussy
Loose strip rock up the cookie then you chop it and push it
Uh
Like chemistry
Better yet a game show
All it take is one good spin then your name blows
But the jealousy gon come like puberty
First it′s who is he- Then that looks be scrutiny
Some cats can take it, I love it, I want more of it
But once it stop, you flop, you better score quick

Cross seas touring, feeling like my life changed
Slight strange, getting head up in the white range
These snake labels really bugging for real
Pardon self, fake niggas really bugging for deals, uh
Yeah
War child, nigga
Okay
QDOS official

These niggas acting like it can′t happen

I blast rapid, I pass rapping

Demand action, last dragon the last laughing

Demand ransom, find dirt to get my hands in

Outer space, cue the minute, we back at it again

Right hand so hot it could splatter the pen

Your team used to be the shit, what happened to them?

They paying top dollars to capture these gems

Converted Christians waiting for this rap shit to end


Each flow is a Maserati, not raggedy Benz
Will we ever sell out?
Now that'll depend
I got a daughter to feed, a baby boy to raise
Expensive Henny habit, they need toys to play
What′s the difference between me and you, man?
You get pushed around, get ridiculed and
I'm a fucking giant, you minuscule man
Y′all niggas hate your lives, you're pitiful
Damn

Yo, Undefined, man
This ain′t fair, man, we shouldn't be doing this to them, you know?
Come on

It's obvious that you ain′t heard about me
If you did, you wouldn′t be using them words around me
So 'fore we move on, I′ll introduce myself
My name's Lawrence, but you can call me Mr
Arnell
The sickest rapper since aluminum foil
I don′t play games, but I got toys for you
The SRT, the blue Dodge Ram
Can I burn gas money?
Yes, you can

See the stages ain't safe when I get on the mic
And your face just ain′t safe, you don't say what I like
If you need me, come see me, I'm neon green
You can′t miss me, red dots and laser beams

I play for the team that′s playing for the ring
Out of space, too deep, we running the scene
Got my head in the game and y'all about to see ′
Cause King Kong ain't got shit on me, ya heard?
Huh?
L, what they gonna do after they hear this, man?
It′s heavy metal right here
Bananas, uh

No match for the jewel of the Nile
I break necks and take checks from whoever's around

You, you
I take calls if there′s money involved

But no dough mean no show, dawg, I can't evolve, uh

I think you niggas got a problem to solve

If not, save up chips and stop playing with dolls

This is grown man rap in my zone that's that

No clones, more homes, I control that stack

QD got a point to prove
In the lab with 16s, do a joint, then move
Believe it or not, my team too hot
I′m a giant, I step up on your team and rock
Nigga, I don′t like no cords on my mic
So let me introduce my liquid sword to your life
That's right fam
And my wife only built for Cubans
This is verbal intercourse and you can′t stop the movement
OS, cue the minute