FOR YOU

November 1st 2024 single. Emerging Danish post-punk band. https://dyingscene.com/ds-interview-meet-your-new-favorite-danish-punk-band-users/

[Verse 1: Big Quis] All this ice give these bitches chills My Balmains filled with 100 dollar bills I'm balling on these niggas like Bradley Beal Ain't nobody fucking with me, Imma keep it real I feel like [Butch Jones and them back] in the 80's Presidential on the steering wheel of my Mercedes I swear I gotta ball on a hater daily I'm the king of shit talking, watch me go crazy My diamonds water like Fiji Hoes lose their mouth, when they see me I got your bitch doing the Mimi I'm on the yacht smoking seaweed I miss my nigga Free Wee Wee My jewelry pop out like 3d Play this shit right back on repeat I show my ass on the cd I was going, I’m exhausted Last niggas touched my ice, they got frosted Big Quis, bow down to a boss, bitch I feel like god put me on this earth to talk shit [Chorus: Big Quis] For a minute I been getting cheddar Lying niggas don’t like me but they know better I got a bunch of hoes and we all go together I walk around this motherfucker like I’m Mayweather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] I be shit talking, zip offing, Rollie crip walking Mighta hit her once but I don’t fuck your bitch often Pull up in the Benz, kids like it’s whip talking Cross me that’s the quickest way for y’all to get coffins Been balling, been shining, been in the trenches Y’all hoes, they hoes, we fucked all bitches Been the sickest, been the illest, been standard standard She in love with my watch, so she in love with a dancer Heroin I sold that New whips I drove that Girls knocking niggas over like ‘where payroll at?’ Niggas can’t keep up, BYLUG been show that Shout out to the neighborhoods where I used to roll at And my ceilings is cathedral My chain cost a kilo Doughboyz Cashout, the neighborhood Beatles Used to traffic in the regal, chasing after scrilla Y’all respect the user, I respect the dealer [Chorus: Big Quis] For a minute I been getting cheddar Lying niggas don’t like me but they know better I got a bunch of hoes and we all go together I walk around this motherfucker like I’m Mayweather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather [Verse 3: Big Quis] Everybody in my hood love me When I wear my mink I think I’m T. Stuckey You ain’t got no paper and your bitch ugly Every time I rap I say something funny The money that I make off this mixtape I’m giving it to my daddy gotta get him straight (Free Polo) You ain’t a real nigga so you can’t relate I’m the truth with this rapping I don’t fucking play It's the Great Lake Ruler Junior I’m balling just like a hooper I got more ice than your jeweler And got more bitches than Hooters I got more guns then your shooters Got choppers, have FN’s and rugers Got pills and leaf for you users I’m looking down on you losers Calm down Big Quise that’s enough All these fake ass rappers, I done passed them up I shot the last nigga who was acting tough I talk a lot of shit and I’m not backing up [Chorus: Big Quis] For a minute I been getting cheddar Lying niggas don’t like me but they know better I got a bunch of hoes and we all go together I walk around this motherfucker like I’m Mayweather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather Bitch I talk shit like I'm Mayweather Dropped the top on the coupe when it’s may weather