HIT LIST

When I say I'm back, that mean I'm fuckin' 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