Quicksand (feat. Trippie Redd)

Yeah
 (La música de Harry Fraud)
 Huh, yeah
 Door get to sinkin' like quicksand
 Tryna fit like 300 bitches in
 Man, I get my weed from my white friends
 And I get my choppa from my black friends
 Pistol make a bitch nigga breakdance
 We can't communicate, don't shake hands
 I'ma do a drive-by in a black sedan (Just like every time)
 Bah, bah, bop
 Travelin' without movin', stayin' groovy
 Rolled a few before the homie came to scoop me
 Youngster, you not alone, the struggle is all of ours, truly
 They seem not to recognize 'til we behave unruly
 Let loose, they hostility, oh now you feelin' me?
 A hundred Impalas in a line, that's a low-rider centipede
 Supersede any preconceived expectations of me
 Super stoned, but you know I get straight to the cheese
 Smokin' the most potent, my mind sharply focused and well-spoken
 Shawty bought me everything I wanted
 Plus woke up and made a gold-star breakfast this morning
 She tryna earn the position while my concern is continuous, millions
 You get it?
 Huh, yeah
 Door get to sinkin' like quicksand
 Tryna fit like 300 bitches in
 Man, I get my weed from my white friends
 And I get my choppa from my black friends
 Pistol make a bitch nigga breakdance
 We can't communicate, don't shake hands
 I'ma do a drive-by in a black sedan
 Bah, bah, bop
 Pulled up in the drop-top, she drop dead
 Tryna come home, but I don't want no zombies in my bed
 Ganja to my head, accurate like infrared
 In a Acura NSX, you know who gettin' bread (Skrrt)
 Bakin' loaves, takin' hoes
 She was intoxicated by touchin' the stars in my Rolls
 Now she fuckin' a star in the Rolls
 The driver is also my homie, he strapped
 standin' outside until I'm down with her body
 Then we back slidin', trapped in the game
 I swear this bitch got me sinkin', man
 Trapped in the game, I swear this bitch got me sinkin', man
 Huh, yeah
 Door get to sinkin' like quicksand
 Tryna fit like 300 bitches in
 Man, I get my weed from my white friends
 And I get my choppa from my black friends
 Pistol make a bitch nigga breakdance
 We can't communicate, don't shake hands
 I'ma do a drive-by in a black sedan
 Bah, bah, bop