Shittin' On the Industry

Nope, Ain't nobody big as me I just ran out a tissue, I be shittin' on this industry Just got a new chop, cause I be killin' all my enemies And when I get rich, might as well take the trip to Italy You ain't never questioned God like how they missin' in the streets You ain't never answered moms like how you got back in the streets Just got no big ol' AR with a broom, I'ma make it sweep Big ol' AK, R&B, I'ma make it sing Please don't be messin' with my dawgs, you know they gon' bite We got glocks with FNs, ARs, and they gon' take your life Been a bad boy, man, I was stealin' stuff since I was nine I can't remember last time I fucked my bitch, man I was high No cloud 9, we shot em down like three, four, five times Woke up rich, still wearin' Hanes, ain't no Calvin Klein If they caught you lacking, still in that park, you know we don't slide I'm from 517, if you try to pull up, you gon' die Man, y'all sending threats, y'all killin' me Talkin' bout, what up, bro, what up, gang, you ain't no kin of me I'm QuanDogg, I ain't got no friends, y'all know I got enemies Pull up on his block, them draco shells, gon' put him on a tee I don't want no beef, I just wanna get some goddamn money Don't think it's rugrats man, I might hit you with this goddamn Tommy And y'all know I be freestylin', I don't do no goddamn writin And y'all be cappin' all y'all songs, man, stop all that lyin Man, I just got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it When I get done, I'm on the run like Tay-K, I be racin Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his Mama prayin You know how it goes, so stop that goddamn hatin You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the seat You know how it goes, because I'm D-O-G-G You know how it goes, lil nigga, you know how it be Man, that's my old flow, y'all say I want that back, man, y'all really cap And they actin' like they really tough, but they really rats This ain't no new era, you gon' get knocked off out of your fitted cap These hoes actin' like they want some money, but they ain't gettin' that Smokin' too much crud, I need my lungs back And your dumb ass got shot, cause you tryna get your gun back Glock.40s,.223s, and ARs got the kickback MAC-10s, FNs, and AKs, yeah, they mix matched I was born to be a don, y'all niggas givin' my son I remember when my first time cussing, I was only one I'm on the road, I keep my Glock, this is dangerous, not fun F*ck nigga, kept on talkin, the chopper hit him in his lungs Man, I got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it When I get done, I'm on the run like TayK, I be racin Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his mama praying You know how it goes, so stop that goddamn hatin You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the seat You know how it goes, because I'm D-O-G-G You know how it goes, lil' nigga, you know how it be You know how it be, we catch you on the street You may rest in peace, I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G, I'm him that wanna be Why these lil' haters still want beef, man, it's 2023 Keep on postin' all them blicks, but y'all can't afford a beef Shotgun to his back Like he Ricky, aw, man, goddamn, what is that I don't know, ask your mans Do he wanna live? Do he wanna die? F*ck it then, (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) he won't do that again I'm the one that gon' run up on your block, we let off shots Them lil' weezy, we might chop down your block, now it's hot We don't even know these niggas, talkin' bout they mess with us Now he dead from this, F&N, he can't even get up, QuanDogg I just got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it When I get done, I'm on the run like Tay-K, I be racin Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his mama prayin You know how it goes, don't stop that goddamn hatin You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the sear You know how it goes, cause I'm D-O-G-G You know how it goes, lil' nigga, you know how it be, ayy