Quan Artest

Lyrics

[Intro] Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions (Aye, ok, aye, ok) Aye nigga you know what I'm sayin Niggas say that I fell off, I don't even care I just do this shit for fun [Verse 1] They like "Quan little nigga where you been at?" Bitch I been counting this mofuckin' cake I got all this green, bitch, I need a rake Call me a realtor, put you in yo place I hit up your bitch and I go get a taste And you know that I'm keeping that Glock on my waist Shoot a nigga in his head, knock off his toupee Call a nigga JiDion, 'cuz he bald with a fade You know I'm finna send a nigga up if he talk down Fuck a nigga bitch inside her ass, now my cock brown Told her "put her titties in my mouth" she my mom now Feelin' like an A-R-A-B, I'm the bomb now I'm the bomb cause I'm blowing up again Got my thumb in her butt while I'm fuckin' on her friend And I'll turn into a monster, call me Ben 10 Got thе bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchen I don't likе my bitches white, I like them coco I dont like my bitches poor, I don't like them broke hoes Pull up on a opp, shoot his ass, L bozo That bitch she looks like a hippo, call her Moto And I just popped a fucking bean, feel like a cholo If that really is your bitch, why the fuck she want a photo? Pull up in a SRT, got the foe doe Skirting off in a scatpack, take your hoe bro [Verse 2] Okay, bitch, I been doing this for 6 years straight Feeling like Aubrey Graham, finna pull up with a Drac I ain't never going broke, that'll never be the case I'm the voice, lil nigga, I'll never be the face I don't run from nobody, I'll never do the race Got a chopper in the kitchen, know that bitch finna bake Told a bitch "come jerk on my chicken" like Jamaicans Told your bitch "put your hand on my spear" like an African I'm finna take your bitch and I'm finna blow her back again Feeling like an Apple user, finna buy a Mac again My dad told me to do chores, I started packing him Getting all these racks, lil nigga, I be stacking them Man I always got bitches in my car, human trafficking And all these niggas say my songs are trash "stop rapping man" My songs may be trash, but I got your bitch laughing, man (heheheheeeeee) [Bridge] She playin with my balls, she playin with it like tennis She's suckin on my cock, she suckin it till I finish I stick it in, fuck her, she's askin' for more inches I tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes Yeah, she's blowin me kisses Getting to the bag, gotta finish the mission Fuckin on your bitch and this dick got her twitchin' Only make hits, lil nigga, no misses [Outro] Leaving that boy on the curb Them bullets finna make him learn My niggas pull up on the curb Like to fuck with these hoes, I'm a jerk Yeah, and I'm finna buy your bitch a purse And you know that I'm smoking that purp Got a Glock and that bitch finna burst That boy got crossed like a church Finna put his ass on a T-Shirt You better learn Backwood Russian cream finna burn Yeah, lil nigga, this meeting's adjourned! I'm back, niggas