Influence

Yeah
EST '01 shit
You know how I'm rockin
Aye
The quan is back

I'm maybe young, but I'm still gone tell yo ass to do it
I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm you motherfucking influence
Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissin my music
If you talking bout "Quan Dogg ain't this", I might say something stupid

All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin'?
Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky
Got my Bernie MAC-11, "Who you wit?"

This ain't funny
I ain't gone lie, I used to get flamed at like I ain't got no money

Fuck a job, used to work nine-to-five, hell nah it's ten-to-four
I can't trust nobody, it's fuck everybody, friends be turning foes
All them coworkers I used to work with, they don't know my life, bro
Asking me what's my lifestyle, and all that shit
Is you slow?

I was making on one song, some random hoe texting my phone
It bet not be that one bitch posted that pic in front of my home, nigga

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Gang shit, nigga, I'm just getting started, nigga

Slidin down yo block, we started shootin like we in a war
And I got this chopper long as hell, no extinction cord
You think we at yo front door, hell nah we at yo back door
Nigga said he want some cheese, I think that nigga lactose

Yeah we outside at yo crib, we opened up them van doors
Them chopper shells got that invoice, this ain't no vendors
Snitch on me, ima catch you lackin outside of that court
Chopper lay em down, now he grass, this ain't no lawnmower

We finna put them 762's to his body
Catch a opp lacking shot his ass down, now he died
I be freestyling shit, so I ain't even gotta write
Yeah we at yo block right now, I ain't even gotta slide

Pussy nigga said he want smoke, but he smoking cancer sticks
Dr. Dre, "Wreckin' Cru"
At yo block, wreckin' shit

I just heard an opp slip, yeah we gonna slide quick
I be speaking real ahit since the fucking Quanprint, nigga

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye Nigga, aye
Aye nigga
Aye nigga, this ain't over yet, nigga
I don't need no beat, I don't need no drums, nigga
Let this shit ride, folk

Niggas actin like some bitches, but they out here sneak dissin
Opps think they cold, I got this glock with the heat sensor
I heard that you's a rat ass boy, you ain't no street nigga
Yeah I got them glocks, and them drac's, aye let me get em

Yeah I'm from the south side of the L, you ain't be near it
Nigga tryna shoot me with his hands, you can't be serious
I ain't talking shit lil nigga, I'm being realistic
You know where I'm coming from, nigga, I'm with my real niggas

B-B-E the label lil nigga, we finna sign niggas
Feeling like lil Wayne, cuz I'm always on the grind, nigga
A lotta fuck niggas waisting my time
All that sneak dissing they songs, but they mans really dying

Man, I don't really wanna rap no more
I wear hats, I don't really wanna cap no more
I was a lil ass kid, I was at the store
Choppa hit that nigga in his lungs, he won't do that no more, nigga

No rap cap shit

I maybe young, but im still gone tell yo ass to do it
I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm yo motherfucking influence
Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissing my music
If you talking bout Quan Dogg ain't this, I might do something stupid
All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin
Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky