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QuanDogg

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BBE, I am the CEO
You can't see me though
Try the quan, then my heat gon blow
Man, who's knocking at my door
My Glock up in that peep hole
Brick a nigga out just like he Debo
You ain't slick, I see those
Why you hanging on me, foe
Choppa hit him in his chest, now he gone
Now he can't see, bro
Finna beat the case, that's why I had to kill this beat, though
Man, we got ARPs, Glocks, and AKs at your front door
Put some respect on my name, pussy
I ain't gon' say that no more
Choppa make him freeze, now he stuck but it ain't cold, though
Remember I was cussing in that house, but I was four, though
This Choppa take your life like I been stealing from that corner store
They still want that old Quan back
You know they ain't getting that
Got a brand new AR-15, they got that kit back
You gon' die if you try to take something from me
You ain't get your lick back
Now the blood gushing out his brains, I had to get back
I be making money all the time, don't do no chit-chat
Got a draco with the sharp teeth, this ain't no riff-raff
Take away the past, I was young and bad, skip a class
Now I'm in the future, making all these hits and making cash
Compact pistol with a 9mm, you think it's mixed match
Round with that drac, pulling up, we can give him that
Now he falling down on the ground, man, you can't pick him up
Now his goddamn body paralyzed, now he ain't getting up
AK Two-pac, riding down this block, then hit him up
You think you tryna be on top, that's why you got your brother touched
Them 517 shots up to his back, and he think he running up
I'm on this different flow, so don't ask me how I'm mixing up
You think life is a game, if your bitchass tryna level up
I'm sipping out of my double cup, and I ain't tryna double up
This money that I'm counting up, this Draco, I'ma round him up
You can get killed, you ain't no fan, you tryna follow us, pussy
Listen, I'm still that 517 nigga riding around with this goddamn chopper
Now you dead up on the scene, you can't talk to no goddamn doctor
I birthed all these rappers, man, you can't tell me I ain't no father
Up this damn chopper, block him, block him, scream like flocka
I'm all about my money, I ain't tryna go to no college
Where I'm from it's killings yesterday, today and tomorrow
Run up on his block, this chopper sized em up, this ain't no scaling
When I pull up, you gon' die, cause I know your ass be telling
I can't mess with you no more, cause you's a snake up in the grass
You got friends that talking down on you, but you can't get them back
I'm all alone up in this house, smoking weed like it's my last
I was young and dumb and broke, man, I need to get that cash
My first mixtape, it was cool, at the end of it, it's ass
I'm still ridin' with my tool, had to keep it in my bag
Up this chopper make him crash, he ain't tryna do the dash
Had to sniper shots like Wesley, no MJ will do you bad
Shot him down, we made him flat, now he is a goddamn past
I'm still ridin' down your block, what you think that I'm gon pass?
Spin back, click-clack, and that's that
More then rap, that's fax, I heard your raps, and that's cap
I was making wrong decisions, so I had to get it right
You was disrespecting me, that's why I had to end your life
Looking dead up in your eyes, now you're in a suit and tie
You don't wanna beef with us, but where I'm from, it's do or die
Lost my granddad four years ago, and don't even try to make me smile
Y'all was hating on me every day, now you wanna be me now
Picture me rolling, all eyez on me, like I'm on TMZ now
Rock with a chopper , look like I'm ozi
Tryna press me, nigga, that's the foul
Man, I tried to go all the way up, but y'all always bringing me down
Gave them everything they wanted, and they always making me proud
Where you from? What you claim? You don't even come around
And y'all know I'm from the South, and I'm still 10 toes down
Must be smoking crack rocks, talking bout I can't make it out
Tryna get rich with my choppers, yeah, I'm on that right now
I thank the Lord that I'm still here, but I'm waiting on my time
That's the AP on my wrist, tryna look that make you blind
20 shots up in his back, I'm mad as hell, he still alive
And then I was tryna spin back, but I can't forget the time
Police still be on my ass, yeah, they tryna give me time
In the truck, I'm going fast, I ain't never slowing down
I ain't never scared of nobody, you should be scared of me right now
Red beam him to his head, I had the told him to bite down
I ain't never wanna rap, I'm still be doing this right now
Free my cuz, I want him back, you know we miss his ass right now, aye

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