When I say I'm back, that mean I'm f*ckin' back, nigga
It's Quan, nigga
Quan and Ruthless, nigga
R.I.P. to Bankroll, I be poppin' big shit
Got my chopper like Jet Lee and hit you with the big kick
4-5, what it dick, we hit him up, we splittin' wigs
How you woofin' on the net, don't make me find out you's a snitch
Making music for too long, I can't wait to get rich
And I don't know you, bro, you better have my guap this instant
Two shots up at your back, now you look like Ricky
Ever since I got this money, all these haters on my hit list
Tez said he on the road with the blicks
If you diss the Quandawg, then your dome getting hit
Back in 2018, we with some little-ass kids
Don't try to run up on us off with that little-ass blick
I got my AR with a drum, I swear to God, It got a kick
I been making all these songs, I swear to God, I'm finna get rich
It's still free my baby will, he never fold, he never switch
If I ever catch you saying that "free loams" then you's a snitch
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck I
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck
I need a fist?
TEC9 free to get you
Now you swimming with the fishes
No cap, no kizzy, man, I'ma hit you with this glizzy
It ain't no ho in my blood
This AK will stay with me
You don't wanna diss me, boy, this Draco hold a sixty
Like I'm in Indiana
This chopper with a brawl, like I'm the Pistons
Folks said he got them bowls, so you know we finna ship em
You ain't gon' take nine shots like you 50
Get rich or die trying, bulletproof, you ain't with it
I got my chopper with a TEC, no mortal kombat, you get finished
This chopper make his stomach flat like he in planet fitness
Been rapping since I was six, I was flexing like a jitt
Ain't nobody back door me, that's why I got the blick
BBE, we so independent, we gon' never switch
Keep the tools on me like Handy Manny, we gon' get you fixed
Smoke a wood stick to the face, I can't even see the shit
You better stay in your place, or you gon' see this blick
My life is like a book, you better read it to the end
35 shots, no K.D. we finna hit you with the slam
I'm a southside baby, but I'm cooling in the west
Smoking too much damn crud, I was throwing too much stress
You better not sign to them labels, man, you better learn your lesson
I'm like a 90s nigga, I'ma hit you with the Smith & Wesson
If we in the club, you better tuck your chain, we be pressing
We stomping down your block, talk about y'all really stepping
Swing the drac like the wood on Major League, we got you Jackie
I only smoke woods to the face, y'all popping Addies
And you don't wanna beef with the gang, you better add me
That punk bitch dropped the lo, so you know it's gon' happen
7-6-2's, wipe them down, ain't no Lil Webbie
Cuz I'm on, Cuz I'm on
Them AR bullets touch your face like your stitches
Man, she a thot my dick all in her mouth just like a dentist
You old niggas out of time, ain't y'all think about quitting
Yeah, I need to take a break, pretty soon be back in a minute
QuanDogg - HIT LIST Lyrics
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When I say I'm back, that mean I'm f*ckin' back, nigga
It's Quan, nigga
Quan and Ruthless, nigga
R.I.P. to Bankroll, I be poppin' big shit
Got my chopper like Jet Lee and hit you with the big kick
4-5, what it dick, we hit him up, we splittin' wigs
How you woofin' on the net, don't make me find out you's a snitch
Making music for too long, I can't wait to get rich
And I don't know you, bro, you better have my guap this instant
Two shots up at your back, now you look like Ricky
Ever since I got this money, all these haters on my hit list
Tez said he on the road with the blicks
If you diss the Quandawg, then your dome getting hit
Back in 2018, we with some little-ass kids
Don't try to run up on us off with that little-ass blick
I got my AR with a drum, I swear to God, It got a kick
I been making all these songs, I swear to God, I'm finna get rich
It's still free my baby will, he never fold, he never switch
If I ever catch you saying that "free loams" then you's a snitch
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck I
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck
I need a fist?
TEC9 free to get you
Now you swimming with the fishes
No cap, no kizzy, man, I'ma hit you with this glizzy
It ain't no ho in my blood
This AK will stay with me
You don't wanna diss me, boy, this Draco hold a sixty
Like I'm in Indiana
This chopper with a brawl, like I'm the Pistons
Folks said he got them bowls, so you know we finna ship em
You ain't gon' take nine shots like you 50
Get rich or die trying, bulletproof, you ain't with it
I got my chopper with a TEC, no mortal kombat, you get finished
This chopper make his stomach flat like he in planet fitness
Been rapping since I was six, I was flexing like a jitt
Ain't nobody back door me, that's why I got the blick
BBE, we so independent, we gon' never switch
Keep the tools on me like Handy Manny, we gon' get you fixed
Smoke a wood stick to the face, I can't even see the shit
You better stay in your place, or you gon' see this blick
My life is like a book, you better read it to the end
35 shots, no K.D. we finna hit you with the slam
I'm a southside baby, but I'm cooling in the west
Smoking too much damn crud, I was throwing too much stress
You better not sign to them labels, man, you better learn your lesson
I'm like a 90s nigga, I'ma hit you with the Smith & Wesson
If we in the club, you better tuck your chain, we be pressing
We stomping down your block, talk about y'all really stepping
Swing the drac like the wood on Major League, we got you Jackie
I only smoke woods to the face, y'all popping Addies
And you don't wanna beef with the gang, you better add me
That punk bitch dropped the lo, so you know it's gon' happen
7-6-2's, wipe them down, ain't no Lil Webbie
Cuz I'm on, Cuz I'm on
Them AR bullets touch your face like your stitches
Man, she a thot my dick all in her mouth just like a dentist
You old niggas out of time, ain't y'all think about quitting
Yeah, I need to take a break, pretty soon be back in a minute
It's Quan, nigga
Quan and Ruthless, nigga
R.I.P. to Bankroll, I be poppin' big shit
Got my chopper like Jet Lee and hit you with the big kick
4-5, what it dick, we hit him up, we splittin' wigs
How you woofin' on the net, don't make me find out you's a snitch
Making music for too long, I can't wait to get rich
And I don't know you, bro, you better have my guap this instant
Two shots up at your back, now you look like Ricky
Ever since I got this money, all these haters on my hit list
Tez said he on the road with the blicks
If you diss the Quandawg, then your dome getting hit
Back in 2018, we with some little-ass kids
Don't try to run up on us off with that little-ass blick
I got my AR with a drum, I swear to God, It got a kick
I been making all these songs, I swear to God, I'm finna get rich
It's still free my baby will, he never fold, he never switch
If I ever catch you saying that "free loams" then you's a snitch
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck I
He tryna reach, I got my gun like, what the f*ck
I need a fist?
TEC9 free to get you
Now you swimming with the fishes
No cap, no kizzy, man, I'ma hit you with this glizzy
It ain't no ho in my blood
This AK will stay with me
You don't wanna diss me, boy, this Draco hold a sixty
Like I'm in Indiana
This chopper with a brawl, like I'm the Pistons
Folks said he got them bowls, so you know we finna ship em
You ain't gon' take nine shots like you 50
Get rich or die trying, bulletproof, you ain't with it
I got my chopper with a TEC, no mortal kombat, you get finished
This chopper make his stomach flat like he in planet fitness
Been rapping since I was six, I was flexing like a jitt
Ain't nobody back door me, that's why I got the blick
BBE, we so independent, we gon' never switch
Keep the tools on me like Handy Manny, we gon' get you fixed
Smoke a wood stick to the face, I can't even see the shit
You better stay in your place, or you gon' see this blick
My life is like a book, you better read it to the end
35 shots, no K.D. we finna hit you with the slam
I'm a southside baby, but I'm cooling in the west
Smoking too much damn crud, I was throwing too much stress
You better not sign to them labels, man, you better learn your lesson
I'm like a 90s nigga, I'ma hit you with the Smith & Wesson
If we in the club, you better tuck your chain, we be pressing
We stomping down your block, talk about y'all really stepping
Swing the drac like the wood on Major League, we got you Jackie
I only smoke woods to the face, y'all popping Addies
And you don't wanna beef with the gang, you better add me
That punk bitch dropped the lo, so you know it's gon' happen
7-6-2's, wipe them down, ain't no Lil Webbie
Cuz I'm on, Cuz I'm on
Them AR bullets touch your face like your stitches
Man, she a thot my dick all in her mouth just like a dentist
You old niggas out of time, ain't y'all think about quitting
Yeah, I need to take a break, pretty soon be back in a minute
Writer: Quan Giles
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