forefront
Go, go, go
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
Motherfuckin', motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
Now they asking me "What happened?" (what happened)
I made a couple shorties mad
But check it, now we laughin' (ha ha ha)
I told them that I'll see them (where?) on the back end, I'm used to trappin'
But since I moved to Texas, I ain't invested in that action
I ain't cappin', I still got motion
I don't need gas to keep me rollin
I'm the kid, I feel I'm chosen
Turn me up and keep me goin (go go go)
Yea (go)
Turn me up and keep me goin (go)
Get that youngin' on a track
I thought Marquan was back
Nigga when did you stop rap?
Lemme tell you, I been crashin' out
Spendin' money in large amounts
That rap shit been over since the day I got my bank account
I don't wanna rap, nah nigga I want money now
But put me on a track and best believe that Imma fuck around
And get it right
I just want some bread before I go and rest my head at night (zzzz)
Could you blame me?
My nigga it ain't that crazy
I want a billion dollars but my name is not no Jay Z
Yeah it's Quan nigga
(What the fuck these niggas talkin bout?)
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
The motherfuckin', the motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
(interlude)
I think they said "I'm done with rap" (I'm done)
I'm not aware of that
See me I'm having fun with that (I'm having fun)
Now please shut your trap
These niggas they all want to rap
But don't know how to act
Stepping on all these cracks
Try not to break ya back (my back)
Stepping on this beat gorilla warfare (oh yeah)
Talking down on me, lil nigga, I do not care
Going super powered with the gold hair (HAAAAAAA!) (oh yeah)
I'm back bitch, now that questions out the air (oh yeah)
OK how the fuck you expect me to stay away?
Dropping bombs, it's to easy I'm doing it on a day to day
Shawty bad, pink glock, now she out here just shooting strays
This ain't yo game boy, this that shit that make fake niggas go blue in the face (oh yeah)
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
The motherfuckin', the motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
I would be on strike, if my only job was to impress you
Go ahead, count me out, cause that's the game that I'm used to
I let my money counter do the talkin' like I'm goin' mute
Don't worry lil' boy, we heard them songs, that shit was real cute
We ain't scared to fold a white tee like we work in retail (retail)
Type shit that'll get you pressed on like you over a real nail (real nail)
Talkin' shit behind the screen, better off sendin' emails (shut the fuck up)
Just another bitch nigga, and I don't argue with females (stupid bitch)
Sadly, I don't argue with no wannabe Jack Harlow
Schizo-ass pussy a better Harley Quinn than Margot (nigga you crazy)
Lil' boy, you some light work, you ain't heavy cargo
Claim to be the best, man, you really set the bar low
Unemployed and bitchless (what else?)
You'd be a gold medalist (for what?)
If they added riding dick (to what?)
To the next Olympics
Keepin' my name out yo mouth is somethin' that you struggle with
May as well get my name tatted inside yo bottom lip
Don't worry lil' bitch, them shots ain't hit
Ain't move a bit', we knew they would miss
Did a lil' rock, and now I can't spit?
When you hear, that's me talkin' shit (ugh)
Quan already smokin' on you like Steph in France
Put on that Watt$, and then I do my dance
You ain't got no opps, you just fuckin' schizo (schizo)
You ain't got no hoes, nigga, you just fuckin' schizo
Your songs never hit, boy, you just fuckin' schizo (schizo)
When you come around the gang, make sure you fuckin' tip toe
Bitch
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
Motherfuckin', motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
Now they asking me "What happened?" (what happened)
I made a couple shorties mad
But check it, now we laughin' (ha ha ha)
I told them that I'll see them (where?) on the back end, I'm used to trappin'
But since I moved to Texas, I ain't invested in that action
I ain't cappin', I still got motion
I don't need gas to keep me rollin
I'm the kid, I feel I'm chosen
Turn me up and keep me goin (go go go)
Yea (go)
Turn me up and keep me goin (go)
Get that youngin' on a track
I thought Marquan was back
Nigga when did you stop rap?
Lemme tell you, I been crashin' out
Spendin' money in large amounts
That rap shit been over since the day I got my bank account
I don't wanna rap, nah nigga I want money now
But put me on a track and best believe that Imma fuck around
And get it right
I just want some bread before I go and rest my head at night (zzzz)
Could you blame me?
My nigga it ain't that crazy
I want a billion dollars but my name is not no Jay Z
Yeah it's Quan nigga
(What the fuck these niggas talkin bout?)
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
The motherfuckin', the motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
(interlude)
I think they said "I'm done with rap" (I'm done)
I'm not aware of that
See me I'm having fun with that (I'm having fun)
Now please shut your trap
These niggas they all want to rap
But don't know how to act
Stepping on all these cracks
Try not to break ya back (my back)
Stepping on this beat gorilla warfare (oh yeah)
Talking down on me, lil nigga, I do not care
Going super powered with the gold hair (HAAAAAAA!) (oh yeah)
I'm back bitch, now that questions out the air (oh yeah)
OK how the fuck you expect me to stay away?
Dropping bombs, it's to easy I'm doing it on a day to day
Shawty bad, pink glock, now she out here just shooting strays
This ain't yo game boy, this that shit that make fake niggas go blue in the face (oh yeah)
Go ahead and drop that shit lil' bitch, no need to warn us (lil bitch)
Sent those shots right back, we need the glass a lil' more poured up (poured up)
Three fingers down when you around the motherfuckin' Forefront
The motherfuckin', the motherfuckin', the motherfuckin' Forefront
I would be on strike, if my only job was to impress you
Go ahead, count me out, cause that's the game that I'm used to
I let my money counter do the talkin' like I'm goin' mute
Don't worry lil' boy, we heard them songs, that shit was real cute
We ain't scared to fold a white tee like we work in retail (retail)
Type shit that'll get you pressed on like you over a real nail (real nail)
Talkin' shit behind the screen, better off sendin' emails (shut the fuck up)
Just another bitch nigga, and I don't argue with females (stupid bitch)
Sadly, I don't argue with no wannabe Jack Harlow
Schizo-ass pussy a better Harley Quinn than Margot (nigga you crazy)
Lil' boy, you some light work, you ain't heavy cargo
Claim to be the best, man, you really set the bar low
Unemployed and bitchless (what else?)
You'd be a gold medalist (for what?)
If they added riding dick (to what?)
To the next Olympics
Keepin' my name out yo mouth is somethin' that you struggle with
May as well get my name tatted inside yo bottom lip
Don't worry lil' bitch, them shots ain't hit
Ain't move a bit', we knew they would miss
Did a lil' rock, and now I can't spit?
When you hear, that's me talkin' shit (ugh)
Quan already smokin' on you like Steph in France
Put on that Watt$, and then I do my dance
You ain't got no opps, you just fuckin' schizo (schizo)
You ain't got no hoes, nigga, you just fuckin' schizo
Your songs never hit, boy, you just fuckin' schizo (schizo)
When you come around the gang, make sure you fuckin' tip toe
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Aj Glasgow, Marquan Hines, Brandon Watts
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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