Touch the Ceiling

[Verse I: GQueTv]
It’s GQue & Yatti Gang, No half step Big Daddy Kane
We all gone swing like a Batting range, all head shots I ain’t have to aim
Watch hoes flock we ajar, … Above the law like Steve Seagal
Nah this ain’t weed baby these cigars, … might catch water on either arm
Nah we don’t carry illegal arms, wear Jesus charms, Hoes keep warm |
Promise you ain’t never seen these frames, …Playboi Carti like pierre bourne
Look
We touching the ceiling, we up in the building The bitches is fucking & sucking & chilling
It’s Yatti gang GetEmGang we bout to get it
It’s G’Que & Cooly & Racks bout to kill it

[Verse II: GQueTv]
Ashley, Ass cheeks, backseat, she run the ball like an athlete
Pass me, actually, half these guys couldn’t run in my track meet
Can’t fuck with the 17th letter, you hot I’ll call Cooly to get you together
I swear it’s movie ain’t talking projectors
I swear I dress neater than Bill Cosby sweaters
Baby I grew up on Knuck if Buck, …. Now I’m official and ducking you sluts
We driving cars with the Trunks in the front
Let’s go to Saks and have Louis for Lunch

[Verse III: GQueTv]
We lit as candle, skip to my lou with the handles
Leaving the game in shambles these beats I walk and stand on
Bad bitch place my hands on ass so big is random
Damn son, got some many fits & throw more kicks I got more kicks than temper tantrum