No Rulez

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Q. Allanz - Rap, West Coast Rap

No Rulez

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(1st Verse) We ain't got nothing in common, for instance, I didn't go to my prom While you was trying to cure your acne, I was trying to ignite this bomb I'm too electric, so it's hard to stay calm And didn't need a meme to say it, made bail but never broke a bond You ever noticed when they say they wish you the best Got regrets now, cuz they was the bitches tryna cause you stress It ain't a secret, I came up from the grass Between a rocc and a hard place, I'm on that Alcatraz Here comes the bars, like top tiers Don't try comparing us, I'm what your boyfriend is not, dear So if you are looking succa, it's not here The animal, the essence is impeccable, burning up the road, using all gears Quincy, I been in a league of my own Hoggin' the lane cuz ain't no passes, you can't speed in my zone DJ, please let the turntables spin From beginning to the end, let me hear the church say Amen (Chorus) Can't stop, cuz we get it in From the beginning to the end Let's get it started We don't have no rules Only right that I do what I do, can ya dig that (Repeat 2x) (2nd Verse) I been about getting a bag And it didn't take Covid for me to stand 6 feet away from succas or put on a mask Quicc to ditch a lame in a flash Telling me they want the smoke, it's fire season, watch me bring the ash Wouldn't give it to me, so I had to take mine While putting up my middle finger, call it my gang sign This G is hot, bringing out the sweat With a knife, I slice the 2nd and 19th alphabet In other words, cut the B.S., man, I'm a grown man now You want a side piece, bro, my side piece is a 50. Cal We ain't the same rank, I got a different style Saying you're a shooter, but your bullets only hit the clouds I'm so responsible for ripping off your sisters gown Deeper penetration is my definition of sticc a round I'm wild off the leash, it's time to sicc 'em now Ain't nothing changing, it's still the Poundz, a'ight cha (Chorus) (3rd Verse) It's so much flavor when I hit the booth Fucc biting my tongue, I'll probably chip my tooth Fucc holding it in, I feel like getting loose And fucc veing nice, I'm stomping harder in my boots My time is hella valuable, I don't waste it on corny sluts Who try there best to play me, like I ain't needing that 40 buccs In a rage, you can tell vecause my horns is up If you're thinking this is something sicc, then I'm just warming up I ain't playing, this is no hold barred Keep on bluffing and get dealt, like you don't know your cards Yeah, talking like you bad, cuz you got a glocc out But when we surrounded your house, you called the cops out Come on and catch the fade, don't ve afraid to get knocced out And quit claiming you banging hard, we know you're a dropout I'm about to show you what that walk 'bout Put that on the dead homies, forever, I rocc out (Chorus)

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  • Quincy Allan Pointer