Lyrics Quin NFN – Thotiana

I be in the hood with my niggas tryna smoke shit, Chris Tuck’
You ain’t got a bag, oh well
Course I get the cheese and dip, like Rotel
Pull up on him, choppers ring his shit, like doorbell
And please don’t think it’s sweet, this not a hotel
They like how I’m reppin’ and step in Balenciaga
Pull up with that weapon and stretch him out like a collar
Dick up on this Nina, that’s Curry and Iguodala
And she gon give me top while I’m droppin’ the topiana
Nigga want some problems, I’m poppin’ the Glockiana
And bitch I keep a fan, but I promise I’m not Kitana
We got Russian choppers equipped with a stockiana
And that lil’ bitch a skeezer, she after my guapiana
I go to the lot and I gotta cop me a beamer
VVS my rocks, they’ll flood this spot, like Katrina
I just seen your thot, she tryna give me procedure
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause they burning like jalapeno
And I gotta feed the fam, that’s a must, nigga
Treat him like soda, get popped when I crush, nigga
Can’t lack for a bitch, got the Glock when I fuck, nigga
Gold diggin’ bitch, got finessed by a gut digger
Never want some smoke with us, stop playing
Cause I be with them sticks and them drummers, like Rock Band
Pull up on your bitch, she said «nigga you got, you pants?»
I came over here to fuck and you know it, so stop playing
I’ma hit your line a lil’ later, you got plans?

And bitch I got a pole, you can hit your lil’ thot dance
I know you wanna fuck ’cause you heard I got bands
But you can’t get a penny, lil bitch and I’m not playing
Ay, I came over with a rubber, tryna fuck something
You ain’t tryna fuck nothing, then don’t touch nothing
Take her out the hood and put her back ’cause she ain’t worth nothing
Nina got ass, see a opp and she twerk something
Bust down, thotiana
Ay, Ay, I wanna see you drop bitch
Your baby daddy on some opp shit
Hope he don’t play the wrong way, like some grease, we gon pop shit
Hit his ass with the Glock, bitch
That lil’ nigga amateur, treat him like a janitor and mop shit