NO CURSING

They needed me just like I'm David Ruffin

Choppa give them boys tough love, they

wanna hate on some

Sniper on the roof like they was tryna assassinate the Trump

Everybody wanna dab me up, but they can't fake

the funk

Damn, why th—

They coughin' in the background like they just banged the crud

Damn, why the beat stopped

Spottem Gottem with the damn Choppa, I'm makin' beatbox

Cross you up, Allen Ivreson, they don't need no reboxx

You know I be bangin' on red just like the treetop

She know how to give me brain just like in Defry

You gon' make my Choppa stand up just like I'm T.I

P, you think you pushin' it, don't try me, you gon' need God

I'm the on that made y'all boys rap, man, y'all gon' need Quan

Don't go to sleep, this AR ringin', you gon' need a clock

Think I'm gon' beat you with this hand, but I might need a Glock

It's gon' be alright, I got this K, but I might need a dot

I got my own type of love, man, I don't need a thot

I'ma hit you up this time like I don't need a watch

And I can cook this rock solid like I don't need a pot

You be bappin' on yo songs, you might need to stop

And I might call her up a Uber, she gon' need a ride

If you got a lot of enemies, then you might need to slide

And if you wanna sneak this me, then you might need to die

Yeah, he bleedin' now

And I could load up and bank like I don't need a job

She keep textin' me like, what you doin'? I be gettin' guap

Boy, he don't wanna beef with me, cause he be gettin' shot

We hadda caught him in E.L., he was gettin' stomp

Lil' boy kept on talkin' like some glue to Choppa, stick him up

He might need to move like he a box to Choppa, lift him up

They put BTA, he let it ring, they ain't pickin' up

Hello, wake up, he ain't gettin' up

Lil' boy wanna get himself killed, he need to fix it up

I got road range, if he try me, I'ma go hit and run

Algebra, you think it was fractions, this AK split you up

Ayy, ayy, I'm just now gettin' up

My dumb— went back to sleep and woke up by a 50 plus

Went back to the hood without my Glock, man, I damn near cussed

And if they dyin' back to back, is you gon' spin or what

And if you wanna go that way, then we gon' send em up

Caught em at the light, this AR-15, hit him up

If you wanna disrespect me, you gon' be my trigger bust

Five hundred shots up in the whip, you know you gettin' touched

They needed me like I'm Tony Montana

If they wanna cross me, I'ma hit them with this damn Beretta

How you 29 and you still broke, man, get your life together

Ayy, don't make me get back to my old ways, no, Michael, we stretched em

Put the switchie on the Glock, we gon' leave em runnin

They must've got the wrong quan, they wanna beef with some

762 bullets hit his tissue while he eatin' lunch

Think it's fall time, you in the house, this AK heatin' up

It's time to turn the city up, I mean, it's time to turn the bity up

You know I had to heat it up, if you broke, then you can't eat with us

I throw that money, better get it up, you know we got the heat with us

It's instrumental, I'ma beat it up

Y'all can't come in here, y'all think I'm talkin' too slow

This time, speed it up, like John cena, you'll never see us

If y'all want some beef, this choppa gettin' all orders like Pizza Hut

Y'all want more information, Wikipedia

Get up, do somethin', get some money, man, stay off of social media

If you talkin' bad, then I'ma beat you up

You think it's undisputed, chopper knock your lights out

It's time to ring them up

Wish I was sleepin' cause I hate workin

Y'all got too many Quan, y'all thought I was the same person

Don't listen to that boy, he rappin' all them same verses

And he got hit up in Jackson, but he ain't curtis

I got one up in the chamber, I'ma bang first

And if I gotta shoot my gun, then I'ma swing first

Why you move around so much, why my chain hurt

She wanna give it up so bad, she said her brain hurt

They said I don't be talkin' a lot, that's why I ain't slurrin

I'm too high up in the road, but I ain't swervin

A lot of goofies wanna try me like I ain't learnin

Yeah, they die too much, they thought they got the same nurses

Got too many rooms, they think I got the same furnace

Put the switch up on his head, now his brain hurtin

I'm still in the same spot, like I ain't merging

I been a good boy all my life, like I ain't cursin

I ain't done yet, I'm finna kill this beat though

If y'all wanna try me, man, I'm finna let this heat blow

My lil' youngin' snatch a lot of chains like it's Debo

You gon' make my chopper goin' crazy like I'm Steve-O

I be sayin', don't forget the dawg, yeah, we know

Lil' boy get to telling on everybody, like he nino

Now you laying dead, they gon' find you like it's Nemo

My G-L-O-C-K independent like it's Neyo

Yeah, L-A-N-S-I-N-G, that's what we from

Get money, get money, get money, my life a rerun

I be killin' lines so many times, you think the beat done

A lot of bullets hit his damn whip that he don't see none

I'm the biggest dog, that's the end of discussion

He was shot dead, that's the end of his runnin

Yeah, we be shootin' blocks back-to-back with no tussin

And I just freestyled this whole beat with no cussin

Quan

Quan did it again