Still Ass

You tryna send me yo song, that shit so ass (Big Band$ Entertainment) Aye QuanDogg, baby BBE shit (Phew) When I say, I'm bet that mean I'm back Got a Glock 40 that'll get you whack He claim he a thug he turned to a rat Chopper with a clip that made him flat Yeah, I got that right when I was sipping act Heard a pop said he gonna get me whack Like Miami boys bitch we the best I got that burr on me in Bordercrest I got a lot of drillers up in Chiraq I got lots of rocket launchers in Iraq Pussy tried me know his face fat Quan where are you going? I'll be right back (Phew, Phew) I'll be right back (Phew, Phew) And you still ass Bring my money with your slow ass You can't get to ho back Two AK 47's and a blow torch Now, them steppers knocking at your front door You gonna get killed if you trying to backdoor me Ain't no Mickey D's you know I got this Mac on me Big Mac for you small fries Try anything you gone all die If it ain't about the M-O-N-E-Y Ain't No fucking Tyga I can senile (Woo), I gotta bring that trap back And I still keep them tools in my backpack And I'll still put them boys in them bodybags Toe tag they ass, now they momma sad BBE Sportscenter, I had to drop that "How lucky am I 2" y'all gotta cop that Aye, what time is it?, where my watch at? Cough, cough, that's that opp pack Don't call me Pootie Tang cuz I'll whoop yo ass Yeah I'm on yo block and let this uzi blast F*ck nigga, you ain't counting cash Boy you better ba-, aye Boy you better get back I know you a bitch, AK get yo wig snatched You know I ain't rich yet Early in the morning, yelling at this bitch, man Glock 40 go click-clack, Buh, Buh, Buh Ain't no time for ambulance Spend the sack and get it back, yeah I had to kill at rat I gotta get my voice back You can't get yo boy back He was talking all that shit Chopper do the nolia clap I been getting all the racks I been getting all the stacks Got two AKs and a MAC Try me, you won't live the last You still sending me songs, boy you still ass I'm still getting money and they still mad They want that old me, man I can't do that Finna drop this tape, how you gone react? And you still smoking Reggie's I don't need that Finna make my own strand, yeah I weed that If ain't see you on yo block, we gone be back Pussy ass lil boy don't want rematch Yeah I'm riding 'round lurking like "where he at?" I got Sqee, I got Tez, and we got them MAC's We gone make ya ass a bed if you tryna touch these stacks You can call me Quan YC, I got racks on racks, on racks I still can't believe that boy turned to a rat AR-15 got a kickback Glock 40s, TEC 9s, yeah they mix match You think ima stop rapping, I'm still ass