Deceased (Intro)

Quan On Da Track G-E-T-I-T-R-I-T-E, nigga, three, three You needa stay inside cause you ain't built for these streets Better pray for your life, you gon' get killed because of beef Niggas dyin' in the L, but I got killas in the D Catch ya outside lacking, put your life on D&D I might need a part three cause I'm still stuck up in the streets What's beef? Beef is when you D-I-E on G-O-D I'm From the south side of the L, it's middle fingers to the east And I be smokin' on the C, but I ain't shoppin' A & B G means I'm tryna go and get it, I be chasin' to that green E is everything I want and everybody versus me T, I got a brand new Taurus, finna shoot at enemies I is arrow cause my arrow be annoying, it be screamin' R is ridin' down your block, ridin' round with my heat I got all the guns, I got money, I got weed T it's talkin' all that shit, you get put on the T E is eww cause I got blood up on my shirt I gotta flee Three dead up in the scene, one of them was tryna creep The other two was tryna run this choppa faster than some feet The way I'm rappin' on this beat I talk too much, I cannot breathe, you think you fabulous Heard you ain't no gangster, boy, you're weak I got this gun in my hand, I'm bout to squeeze And you think I was playin', I'll make you bleed Them bullies comin' for you, they will bite you like some fleas Quick draw McGraw yo ass, you think we fightin', Mr. T My bitch bad as f*ck, she wanna suck me every week She said she want a kid, I told her ass, I want some cheese She said that she got opps, I had to pull up on the scene Walk around with the ski, I got the drac to make you bleed I'm like, baby, can you please kill for me? I won't hesitate to squeeze, You will see I'm Quan D-O-double-G You know how it be I got that yoppa like I'm Gucci If you tryna snatch this piece Better watch out for your friends, cause they will turn to enemies A lot of niggas want me dead, but I can't let it get to me My YNs been catchin' hats since 2023 I'm the great Godfather, and I only 23 Scratch that, I hurt lil' niggas still want some beef He got , now he wanna diss on me B-B-E, no B-O-M, don't try to copy, you lil' geek I ain't heard from you in a while, boy, boy, where you been If you a wolf, or a sheep, you gon' get ate if you don't eat Drivin' your baby mama's whip, lil' boy, you call that street? You from Lansing, don't be cappin' on them, Milwaukee Beats You from the South, not the West, I saw you walkin' in that street I know you ain't talkin' to me, cause I might pull up in the street One day, ride around with that ski and make you bleed Put your ass six feet, now you dead up in the scene Oh my God, where's the news? Now your mama cryin', G You must've seen me with glasses, why you always eyein' me I be makin' niggas mad, why they always spyin' me Me and my cousin smokin' weed, we be higher than some chiefs I gon rep it every time, L-A-N-S-I-N-G Me and Mat, TEZ, Moni, and Kold Blooded Sqee B-B-E, K-B-G, mark my word, that's how we be 517 where I be, and I'm a shark in the sea My intuition is givin' money, I gotta stay about this beef If you tryna cross that line, I got this AR-15 I be winnin' all the time, I don't even gotta cheat Think you cold, here I come, cause I'm too raw for this heat They gon' put me in their cage, cause I'm a dog, I'm in the streets They say I'm out of my mind, I gotta sleep And I be money hungry all the time, I gotta eat My Glock is contagious, the bullets give you a disease If you wanna disrespect the Quan, you will be deceased Pussy If you wanna disrespect the gang, you will be deceased I ain't worried about them other lames, I'm tryna get some cheese Huh, I still freestylin' on them songs, and I'm still makin' all these beats Ayy, but it's that get it rite 3, it's that get it rite 3, Pussy Big Band$ Entertainment