Quick Draw - Outerspace, Doap Nixon, Lawrence Arnell

Yo, the money is clean, the car is washed

Now the hood respect me, the broads is stopping

But I ain’t into make friends but the next chick

I’m trying to put a quarter mil of gems in my necklace

I’m getting cocky but Papi not pussy

Loose strength, block up the cookie then you chop it and push it

Uh, like Chemistry better yet a game show

All it take is one good spin then your name blows

But the jealousy gon' come like puberty

For instance who is he?

Then their looks be scrutiny

Some cats can take it, I love it, I want more of it

But once it stop, you flock, we betta quick

Car seas touring feeling like my life changed

Slight strange, getting head up in the White Range

These snake Labels really bugging fo’real

Pardon self, fake niggas really bugging for deals

These niggas acting like it can’t happen

I blast rapping, I pass rapping

Demand action, last dragon, the last laughing

Demand ransom;

find dirt to get my hands in

OuterSpace, Q-Dominion, we back at it again

Right hand so hot it can splatter the pen

Your team use to be the shit, what happened to them?

And paying top dollaz to capture these gems

Converted Christians waiting for this Rapture to end

Each flow is Maserati not raggedy Benz

Will we eva sell out?

Now that’ll depend

I got a daughter to feed, a baby boy to raise

Expensive penny have it, they need toys to play

What’s the difference between me and you meng?

You get pushed around, get ridiculed and.

I’mma fucking giant, you miniscule men

Y’all niggas hate y’all odds, you’re pitiful, damn!

It’s obvious that you ain’t heard about me

If you did you wouldn’t be using them words around me

So before we move on, I’ll introduce myself

My name is Lawrence but you can call me Mr. Arnell

The sickest rapper since aluminum foil

I don’t play games but I got toys for you

The SRT the Blue Dodge Ram

Can I burn gas money?

Yes ya can!

Shit the stages ain’t safe once I get on the mic

And your face just ain’t safe;

you don’t say what I like

If you need me come see me, I’m neon dream

You can’t miss me, red dots and laser beams

I played for the team that’s playing for the ring

OuterSpace Q-D, we running the scene

Got my head in the game and y’all bout to see

Cuz King Kong ain’t got shit on me, ya heard!

No match for the jeweler to now

I break necks and take checks from whoeva’s around

I take calls if there’s money involved

But no doe mean no show, dawg I can’t evolve

I think you niggas got a problem to solve

If not, save up chips and stop playing wit dolls

This is grown man rap in my zone Nasdaq

No clones, more homes, I control that stack

Q-D got a point to prove

In the lab wit sixteen’s do a joint then move

Believe or not my team too hot

I’mma giant, I step up on your team and rot

Nigga, I don’t like no cause on my mic

So let me introduce my Liquid Swords to your life

And my wife only Built 4 Cubans

This is Verbal Intercourse and you can’t stop the movement