QUANNY FLOW 2 - HXNDRO & DaBoyVonn: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

HXNDRO & DaBoyVonn

QUANNY FLOW 2

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Hip-Hop

QUANNY FLOW 2 was released on November 10, 2024 by RFN Entertainment as a part of the album DEUCE URKEL

Song Details

AlbumDEUCE URKEL

Release DateNovember 10, 2024

LabelRFN Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM171

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

HXNDRO

Performer

DaBoyVonn

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Caleb Joshua Johnson

Caleb Joshua Johnson

Songwriter

Germaine Tevon Connors

Germaine Tevon Connors

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ShotNorthern

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Army Zenn

Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Zah227

Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Deno, what’s poppin’?

Yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, uh

My life so crazy, I could write a book just like I’m Quanny (Like I’m Quanny)

All these molly, percocets, turn you to a zombie

All these **** gangsta till I go and spin that johnny (Skrrt-skrrt)

Hop out, blick em, I paid brodie ten, just for the body (Bah-bah)

It was me & brodie in the trap with gas by the pound

It was me & brodie trapping, yeah, we tryna hold it down

We was trapping ‘round the corners, all the plugs know us now (Yeah, yeah)

All this ice on me, can’t chill out, yeah, you might drip or drown

Yeah, you might slip and fall, all this money, cannot hold ya

Never switch up for no paper, all this money, cannot fold ya

Why you tryna act hard like I won’t put you on a poster? (Bah-bah)

All these **** sweet, Pop-Tart, hit ‘em with a toaster

All my **** slide regardless, we don’t never need a coaster (Nah-nah)

Always doing what you could, I was doing what I’m ‘posed to

Always looking for the opps, it’s the ones that you close to

He got paid to backdoor, I ain’t even gon’ hold you (I ain’t even gon’)

I ain’t even gon’ cap, he got hit up in his back

Yeah, you thought that he was slatt, had ‘em all in your raps (Had ‘em all in your)

But like Mickey, he a rat so we had to get him whacked

Yeah, we had to get him gone, go and put that in your song

Always thinking that you right, but lil ****, yeah, you wrong

Go and search up your own casket when I hit you with this chrome

Yeah, we turn you to a pack, you get smoked like a bong (Woo)

You get smoked like a blunt, yeah, I gotta keep it blunt

Yeah, we turn you to some zaza but ya ashes, they all runtz, haan (Haan)

But ya ashes, they all runtz

You get smoked like a blunt, yeah, I gotta keep it blunt

Yeah, we turn you to some zaza but ya ashes, they all runtz, haan

My life so crazy, I could write a book just like I’m Quanny (Like I’m Quanny)

All these molly, percocets, turn you to a zombie

All these **** gangsta till I go and spin that johnny (Skrrt-skrrt)

Hop out, blick em, I paid brodie ten, just for the body (Bah-bah)

It was me & brodie in the trap with gas by the pound

It was me & brodie trapping, yeah, we tryna hold it down

We was trapping ‘round the corners, all the plugs know us now (Yeah, yeah)

All this ice on me, can’t chill out, yeah, you might drip or drown (Uh, uh, yeah)

I’m smoking on these dead ****, I’m seeing bodies (Aah)

Bronem hop out, clutching on that hammer, feeling cocky

Like roll them dead **** in a wood, they should of never tried me

.223’s and .556’s, they ripping through his fucking, yeah

I ain’t never stress about a bitch, and Imma keep it real

You can’t hang with us if you ain’t gang, ‘cause you won’t do a drill

We catch you out in traffic

Snatch his chain, and bro don’t need a pill

I’m sipping on this wock, it got me right

I’m liking how it feel, like shut the fuck up

He dissing RFN, that’s gang, that’ll get you touched up

We threw some shots and missed by a grain, he lucked up

All that **** heard was (Skrrt) and that (Boom, boom)

Now that’s that thunder

Tell them **** get back, man, fuck that chit-chat

**** keeping on claiming RFN like we don’t get that

Bitch, we be them same **** from King, y’all kept on dissing

Now you look, we up and y’all ****, y’all steady missing

My life so crazy, I could write a book just like I’m Quanny (Like I’m Quanny)

All these molly, percocets, turn you to a zombie

All these **** gangsta till I go and spin that johnny (Skrrt-skrrt)

Hop out, blick em, I paid brodie ten, just for the body (Bah-bah)

It was me & brodie in the trap with gas by the pound

It was me & brodie trapping, yeah, we tryna hold it down

We was trapping ‘round the corners, all the plugs know us now (Yeah, yeah)

All this ice on me, can’t chill out, yeah, you might drip or drown

Written by: Caleb Joshua Johnson, Germaine Tevon Connors

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