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
Fuck 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