GQ lyrics

[Intro]

[Chorus: PJay Jody & TKay]
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n*gga, what's the issue? (Ooh)
Got her chilling in a see-through, ayy
Kickin' it, Ju Jitsu (Is you okay?)
I'm finna pull up in a parachute (Yeah)
Goin' nuts on the daily, no cashew (Scrr-Scrr)
Let me sneeze on a b*tch, bless you (Yeah)
If she come for a day she confess too, bless you (Yeah)

[Verse 1: PJay Jody]
Yeah, I'm probably gon' die ballin'
I'm all in, not a job, it's a calling, pays me
Hape I do this on the daily, water sign
Always got the flows with me, wavy
I've been on the flows, I'm the navy
Light bars n*gga, click bait, pay me
I'm more Wayne than the Brady
My underground gang working overtime, now we're mainstream
Do what I want Carte Blance, McFarlane
Signed to my own black label, n*gga Carling
Cava the combo, but I'm just sparring
Y'all can't touch this, I'm disarming
I'm a rude awakening, I'm alarming
My bars always connect like phone charging
Still hungry, like a come up, I'm starving
Still 'bout it, for the bands but no marching
Y'all haters, to the point you're point guarding
f*ck y'all and y'all b*tches, you're just barking
She bends your rules for me, she's arching
You're not feeling small, I'm enlarging
[Chorus: PJay Jody & TKay]
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n*gga, what's the issue? (Ooh)
Got her chilling in a see-through, ayy
Kickin' it, Ju Jitsu (Is you okay?)
I'm finna pull up in a parachute (Yeah)
Goin' nuts on the daily, no cashew (Scrr-Scrr)
Let me sneeze on a b*tch, bless you (Yeah)
If she come for a day she confess too, bless you (Yeah)

[Verse 2: TKay]
We can talk about it if you hit up my connect
Met a chick, she got ass and she got a rubber neck
Got my cards on the deck b*tch, if you wanna bet
Hella ripe everyday, I can never take what's left
Take a sec, who the best, n*gga who gon' pay your tab?
Yeah I'm all about the fam but I gotta cut a cheque
King sippin' gin, find me in the lion den
n*gga do it for the bank, I don't do it for the gang
If it's white, it's Hannah Montana for the 'gram
The only thing I never give gotta be a damn
I don't beef and you don't wanna see me go HAM
If she wanna give me head, she gon' need a CAT scan
They know me for making moves but never saw me dance
I still K.O n*ggas with no teargas
Can't sleep on a n*gga when you're high on meds
And change gon' come if you make some sense
See me, see class, n*gga, no Benz
Free data make n*ggas tweet some crap
Door next straight on the J&B Met
f*ck those b*tches who stole my pants
[Chorus: PJay Jody & TKay]
My drip looking like GQ (Yeah)
Ey n*gga, what's the issue? (Ooh)
Got her chilling in a see-through, ayy
Kickin' it, Ju Jitsu (Is you okay?)
I'm finna pull up in a parachute (Yeah)
Goin' nuts on the daily, no cashew (Scrr-Scrr)
Let me sneeze on a b*tch, bless you (Yeah)
If she come for a day she confess too, bless you (Yeah)

[Outro]
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