QuanDogg - How Lyrics

Quan on da Track, bitch
Ayy, turn me up
How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a f*ckin' rack
I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC
Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back
They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back
I mean don't even wanna rap because I'm here to copycats
Man you gotta be yourself boy, where your hobby at?
You got shot with three niggas with your goldie locky ass
You know me, I got three pistols, no Dwayne, I'll Rock his ass
Ever since I dropped the tape, now they wanna copy that
Tryna make the songs about the Quan, that ain't gon' stop me man
Where my freakin' money at? I need that A$AP Rocky man
I'ma say f*ck, but FUCK you and your whole block is dead
A lot of rats gon' die from that snitchin', where's Tekashi at?
YOP with the god damn drum, make you do the runnin' man
(Yeahh)
Forrest Gump, this ain't no Life's a box of chocolate
F*cked up on that last line, I gotta say that bar again
A lot of haters been in the city, gotta go harder than again
Wrote me two letters and one voice clip, you think you STAN?
They be droppin' ass shit, I gotta do this rap again
I got money, I got music, I don't even got no friend
Was broke as f*ck, I had to get a job to get some bands
To free my baby Will, it's the lock up in the pen
Got me rappin' like this, they want that old Quan again
If they gon' sound like this, they call me old Lonnie Bands
I don't even shoot with MACs, but this Drac' will get you ten
This my life, you gon' read it from beginning to the end
How you wanna beef with Quan, but you ain't got no skill to shoot a f*ckin' gun
They can't sign me cause I'm from the murder capital like Pun
Like the end up on the song, this Draco will get you done
Smokin' this goddamn crud, this shit hurtin' my lungs
These niggas don't got no gun, they just wanna hit and run
If you wanna get some money, then you better get your some
Where's the broom? I got the dustpan, y'all niggas like some crumbs
Ain't no Super Mario Brothers, man, your whole life is done
By the way, I got my own money, so don't even ask you none
You want the world like you want candy, you can't even get none
Smokin' crud since I was nine, baby, I got vet lungs
Ain't no madden, I got blitz, boy, we gon' catch ya
Y'all fat like mustard, man, y'all need to ketchup
No Fantastic 4, got flames, this Draco will stretch ya
AK put him on the ground, so he gon' need that stretcher
You gon' listen to me now like you need some lectures
You watch that Comcast, now we watchin' Spectrum
They keep tellin' me to come down like I got a TANTRUM
I got one, two, three killers like it's Dracula
You got one, two, three, died, keep your head up
They don't wanna see me make it out, man, I fed up
Lil bitch said she wanna f*ck, I told her, give me heads up
Goin' fast with this lifestyle, you think it's stamina
Got a chopper with a hand, don't make me have to slam ya
How you makin' all these songs, but, you keep dissin all my niggas like it's sweet
Life is sweet, Zach & Cody, got your freak up in the sheets
In the room, I be high as hell, I can barely see
Killin' all these beats with no brakes, man, I can't barely breathe
Makin' all these hits 24-7, bitch, I don't sleep
Told your ass to be yourself, why you wanna follow me
42 Dugg in this Glock, it can rap on any beat
I'm a Thug in my block, so don't even envy me
Quanycation, it's the tape, man, I'm finna drop it next week
Don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G
I'm too old for this shit, like I'm finna retire, B
Posterize you from this Glock like LeBron is 23
How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a f*ckin' rack
I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC
Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back
They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back
Quan on da track, bitch