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Gang
I'm about to talk my shit
He not gon' shoot you up
Damn Spancy
But my memory is not dead
QuanDaGleesh, nigga
These niggas know since middle school
QuanDaGleesh, been a savage
These niggas went from having hoop dreams to drill & rappin
In a couple years, they gon' look back like this song this a classic
Pussy nigga tryna short me, but I know when math, not mathin
Remember the days when me and gang used to flip on the dirty mattress
Nigga, we was out here causing hell
You was up in practice
And if niggas don't start seeing the picture, I'ma come with graphics
Sometimes I get these feelings, that's like f*ck it, let's start crashing
Okay, let's get straight
No more bullshit, no more games
I'ma QuanDaGleesh hoe, what's your name
Pop a nigga like a bag of some lays
Coaching niggas like I'm calling the plays
If I get caught, I just get through my days
Always had a place I can go stay
Smoking anybody get in my way
QuanDaGleesh, Stupid
Retarded, Insane
Bitches okay with not being in the main
Crop his ass out, take em out of the frame
Shoot it from far cause I got Stephen range
With my niggas, by myself, still the same
Got no reason, to switch up or to change
QuanDaGleesh, he the one that they gon' blame
Choppa with vocals sound good when it sang
He gon' need Jesus, a savior, a prayer
Lose a bitch, get a new hoe the next day
She feel with Quan, she protected & safe
Smoke me a opp, then I visit his grave
Hole his chest bout size of the cave
Like the pussy looking bald, shaved
Kill him when he get high, laced
If this a race, I'm in first in place
Know what I'm on
Don't pay none of these goofy ass niggas attention
They don't want war
I'm kill the first nigga walking out the house
As soon as I see the first foot out the door
Pullin' up with some shit that's gon' make everybody get down low to the floor
Remember them nights, struggling just to eat
Had a nigga feeling like damn near he was poor
Told Madukes one day we gon' be up
And I promise I'ma give you the most
Big bro, told me Quan look you gotta listen
You a hard young nigga one day you can blow
And when we bump heads, niggas bet not' lack
Or, that nigga, he toast
I ain't gotta tell neither one of my niggas
Get ready, get set, them niggas on go
Me and twin get the lookin' at these niggas, like when the f*ck
These boys hopped off the porch?
QuanDaGleesh, just always been a mean ass nigga
He just never knew how just to be a good sport
Hated when Mama & Grandma
Had to get up and miss work
Just to go with me to court
Got two twin pistols on me
Got em lookin' like Marcus & Markieff Morris
I ain't got time to be dealin' with a bitch that nag
All day that shit get annoying
Nothin' but mud in my cup
No you can't sip on this shit
That a young nigga pourin
Told the lil' bitch to kick rocks
No, I'm not interested in you
Right in the moment
Niggas out here don't want smoke
No, I'm not duckin' no beef
Or no ham, or baloney
Niggas be actin' like hoes
Twin tell me get on his ass, but I'm already on it
And the way that this gon' go
It all depends on how you act and approaching
Mama ask Quan
How you do it?
How you just act like you don't care
& Got no emotions
I told her Ma, this ain't no act
A young nigga, been through a lot
And it turned his heart colder
You gotta chill
You gotta chill
You gotta chill bruh
Hit the za bruh
Hit the za
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CartierMixThatShitUp
Gang
I'm about to talk my shit
He not gon' shoot you up
Damn Spancy
But my memory is not dead
QuanDaGleesh, nigga
These niggas know since middle school
QuanDaGleesh, been a savage
These niggas went from having hoop dreams to drill & rappin
In a couple years, they gon' look back like this song this a classic
Pussy nigga tryna short me, but I know when math, not mathin
Remember the days when me and gang used to flip on the dirty mattress
Nigga, we was out here causing hell
You was up in practice
And if niggas don't start seeing the picture, I'ma come with graphics
Sometimes I get these feelings, that's like f*ck it, let's start crashing
Okay, let's get straight
No more bullshit, no more games
I'ma QuanDaGleesh hoe, what's your name
Pop a nigga like a bag of some lays
Coaching niggas like I'm calling the plays
If I get caught, I just get through my days
Always had a place I can go stay
Smoking anybody get in my way
QuanDaGleesh, Stupid
Retarded, Insane
Bitches okay with not being in the main
Crop his ass out, take em out of the frame
Shoot it from far cause I got Stephen range
With my niggas, by myself, still the same
Got no reason, to switch up or to change
QuanDaGleesh, he the one that they gon' blame
Choppa with vocals sound good when it sang
He gon' need Jesus, a savior, a prayer
Lose a bitch, get a new hoe the next day
She feel with Quan, she protected & safe
Smoke me a opp, then I visit his grave
Hole his chest bout size of the cave
Like the pussy looking bald, shaved
Kill him when he get high, laced
If this a race, I'm in first in place
Know what I'm on
Don't pay none of these goofy ass niggas attention
They don't want war
I'm kill the first nigga walking out the house
As soon as I see the first foot out the door
Pullin' up with some shit that's gon' make everybody get down low to the floor
Remember them nights, struggling just to eat
Had a nigga feeling like damn near he was poor
Told Madukes one day we gon' be up
And I promise I'ma give you the most
Big bro, told me Quan look you gotta listen
You a hard young nigga one day you can blow
And when we bump heads, niggas bet not' lack
Or, that nigga, he toast
I ain't gotta tell neither one of my niggas
Get ready, get set, them niggas on go
Me and twin get the lookin' at these niggas, like when the f*ck
These boys hopped off the porch?
QuanDaGleesh, just always been a mean ass nigga
He just never knew how just to be a good sport
Hated when Mama & Grandma
Had to get up and miss work
Just to go with me to court
Got two twin pistols on me
Got em lookin' like Marcus & Markieff Morris
I ain't got time to be dealin' with a bitch that nag
All day that shit get annoying
Nothin' but mud in my cup
No you can't sip on this shit
That a young nigga pourin
Told the lil' bitch to kick rocks
No, I'm not interested in you
Right in the moment
Niggas out here don't want smoke
No, I'm not duckin' no beef
Or no ham, or baloney
Niggas be actin' like hoes
Twin tell me get on his ass, but I'm already on it
And the way that this gon' go
It all depends on how you act and approaching
Mama ask Quan
How you do it?
How you just act like you don't care
& Got no emotions
I told her Ma, this ain't no act
A young nigga, been through a lot
And it turned his heart colder
You gotta chill
You gotta chill
You gotta chill bruh
Hit the za bruh
Hit the za
Gang
I'm about to talk my shit
He not gon' shoot you up
Damn Spancy
But my memory is not dead
QuanDaGleesh, nigga
These niggas know since middle school
QuanDaGleesh, been a savage
These niggas went from having hoop dreams to drill & rappin
In a couple years, they gon' look back like this song this a classic
Pussy nigga tryna short me, but I know when math, not mathin
Remember the days when me and gang used to flip on the dirty mattress
Nigga, we was out here causing hell
You was up in practice
And if niggas don't start seeing the picture, I'ma come with graphics
Sometimes I get these feelings, that's like f*ck it, let's start crashing
Okay, let's get straight
No more bullshit, no more games
I'ma QuanDaGleesh hoe, what's your name
Pop a nigga like a bag of some lays
Coaching niggas like I'm calling the plays
If I get caught, I just get through my days
Always had a place I can go stay
Smoking anybody get in my way
QuanDaGleesh, Stupid
Retarded, Insane
Bitches okay with not being in the main
Crop his ass out, take em out of the frame
Shoot it from far cause I got Stephen range
With my niggas, by myself, still the same
Got no reason, to switch up or to change
QuanDaGleesh, he the one that they gon' blame
Choppa with vocals sound good when it sang
He gon' need Jesus, a savior, a prayer
Lose a bitch, get a new hoe the next day
She feel with Quan, she protected & safe
Smoke me a opp, then I visit his grave
Hole his chest bout size of the cave
Like the pussy looking bald, shaved
Kill him when he get high, laced
If this a race, I'm in first in place
Know what I'm on
Don't pay none of these goofy ass niggas attention
They don't want war
I'm kill the first nigga walking out the house
As soon as I see the first foot out the door
Pullin' up with some shit that's gon' make everybody get down low to the floor
Remember them nights, struggling just to eat
Had a nigga feeling like damn near he was poor
Told Madukes one day we gon' be up
And I promise I'ma give you the most
Big bro, told me Quan look you gotta listen
You a hard young nigga one day you can blow
And when we bump heads, niggas bet not' lack
Or, that nigga, he toast
I ain't gotta tell neither one of my niggas
Get ready, get set, them niggas on go
Me and twin get the lookin' at these niggas, like when the f*ck
These boys hopped off the porch?
QuanDaGleesh, just always been a mean ass nigga
He just never knew how just to be a good sport
Hated when Mama & Grandma
Had to get up and miss work
Just to go with me to court
Got two twin pistols on me
Got em lookin' like Marcus & Markieff Morris
I ain't got time to be dealin' with a bitch that nag
All day that shit get annoying
Nothin' but mud in my cup
No you can't sip on this shit
That a young nigga pourin
Told the lil' bitch to kick rocks
No, I'm not interested in you
Right in the moment
Niggas out here don't want smoke
No, I'm not duckin' no beef
Or no ham, or baloney
Niggas be actin' like hoes
Twin tell me get on his ass, but I'm already on it
And the way that this gon' go
It all depends on how you act and approaching
Mama ask Quan
How you do it?
How you just act like you don't care
& Got no emotions
I told her Ma, this ain't no act
A young nigga, been through a lot
And it turned his heart colder
You gotta chill
You gotta chill
You gotta chill bruh
Hit the za bruh
Hit the za
Writer: Jaquan Conerly
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid