🎵 Daytona Beach // by BundleBoy Quan

1 ContributorDaytona Beach Lyrics [Hook: BundleBoy Quan] If my brother take a L that mean I lost too We broke it down in bundles, 90 a gram what it's gon cost you I'm chilling on the boardwalk in Daytona, they want the soft too Soon as you got knocked she started fucking off that's what these broads do Million dollars worth of game, I got the sauce you better listen Yo big homie ass, he pushing 40 never seen a chicken Motion pictures and informants, feds wanna take down the business We blowing money fast, we flex on niggas, Popeye on his spinach [Verse: BundleBoy Ruler] Brett Hart in the spot serving sharpshooters The game in a submission Pound-for-pound BundleBoyz walk in the spot and we weigh in All my brother gotta do is tag me in like Edge & Chrisitan Everybody can't get they hands on it, this limited edition Bubba Ray & D-Von Dudley putting niggas through them tables Trap and rapping put the dirty money in a record label I'm Tony Soprano having panic attacks, I need to see a shrink I'm AG in the crib with a big ass poster of James Gandolfini [Verse: BundleBoy Quan & *BundleBoy Ruler] It get cold in Buffalo, I'm thinking bout grabbing a mink Menace to society I feel like Caine standing over the sink I'm the hustler and the shooter, protect the brand if a nigga reach A .40 shell a have y'all babysitting him, working on his speech *Nigga think he gon get a W on me, it's gon be a upset All y'all niggas wanted to be like Mike, shit I wanted to be like Meech *ByrdGang getting money, getting fly like Dipset BundleBoyz we back outside, went on tour near South Beach They think I'm on vacation, I'm still hustling, ear glued to the streets Lil nigga I could show you how a desi work I like that rollie but what the presi worth Man this shit getting crazy, I'm in a virtual world selling bricks in the metaverse Wanna be like us, you gotta sell it first We hit yo ass with real raw, introduce you to some real dog I keep a shooter on call [Hook: BundleBoy Quan] If my brother take a L that mean I lost too We broke it down in bundles, 90 a gram what it's gon cost you I'm chilling on the boardwalk in Daytona, they want the soft too Soon as you got knocked she started fucking off that's what these broads do Million dollars worth of game, I got the sauce you better listen Yo big homie ass, he pushing 40 never seen a chicken Motion pictures and informants, feds wanna take down the business We blowing money fast, we flex on niggas, Popeye on his spinach