Social Distancing lyrics

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Quality Control


[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Verse 1]
I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain't trippin', it's gon' be a good year
Solomon drivin' while I got my hands on the chopper, I'm keepin' my eyes in the rearview
I'm from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross n*ggas, they'll dap you up, then they'll kill you
These n*ggas fake and I'm real, I don't feel 'em
My n*ggas takers, ain't worried 'bout 'em stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a n*gga
Said I wouldn't change but my change a lil' bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These n*ggas fake and I don't wanna deal with 'em all

[Chorus]
I'm social distancing
Man, these n*ggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage sh*t, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
[Verse 2]
Slide in the daytime, then come back at night
We gon' make sure that nobody play with us
They make me mad, I'ma turn up
Let's talk about money, I swear I been savin' up
I'm really sick with this sh*t, got 'em throwin' up
He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin' up
My n*ggas rapping, you see us, we blowin' up
Hit the b*tch for a rack, then ignore her
I'm so sick of these rats and these whores
I might marry my girl and just go away
Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
We ain't got rush, told the pilot to f*ckin' wait
Ain't no way I can go on no f*ckin' date
I don't know her and she don't know me
My lil' boy 'dem turnt up at a young age
You can say that it run in my genes

[Chorus]
I'm social distancing
Man, these n*ggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage sh*t, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
I'm social distancing
Man, these n*ggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage sh*t, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
[Outro]
I'm social distancing
Man, these n*ggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
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