Still Ass Lyrics

You tryna send me yo song, that shit so ass

(Big Band$ Entertainment)

Aye

QuanDogg, baby

BBE shit (Phew)

When I say, I'm bet that mean I'm back

Got a Glock 40 that'll get you whack

He claim he a thug he turned to a rat

Chopper with a clip that made him flat

Yeah, I got that right when I was sipping act

Heard a pop said he gonna get me whack

Like Miami boys bitch we the best

I got that burr on me in Bordercrest

I got a lot of drillers up in Chiraq

I got lots of rocket launchers in Iraq

Pussy tried me know his face fat

Quan where are you going? I'll be right back

(Phew, Phew) I'll be right back

(Phew, Phew) And you still ass

Bring my money with your slow ass

You can't get to ho back

Two AK 47's and a blow torch

Now, them steppers knocking at your front door

You gonna get killed if you trying to backdoor me

Ain't no Mickey D's you know I got this Mac on me

Big Mac for you small fries

Try anything you gone all die

If it ain't about the M-O-N-E-Y

Ain't No fucking Tyga I can senile

(Woo), I gotta bring that trap back

And I still keep them tools in my backpack

And I'll still put them boys in them bodybags

Toe tag they ass, now they momma sad

BBE Sportscenter, I had to drop that

"How lucky am I 2" y'all gotta cop that

Aye, what time is it?, where my watch at?

Cough, cough, that's that opp pack

Don't call me Pootie Tang cuz I'll whoop yo ass

Yeah I'm on yo block and let this uzi blast

Fuck nigga, you ain't counting cash

Boy you better ba—, aye

Boy you better get back

I know you a bitch, AK get yo wig snatched

You know I ain't rich yet

Early in the morning, yelling at this bitch, man

Glock 40 go click-clack, Buh, Buh, Buh

Ain't no time for ambulance

Spend the sack and get it back, yeah I had to kill at rat

I gotta get my voice back

You can't get yo boy back

He was talking all that shit

Chopper do the nolia clap

I been getting all the racks

I been getting all the stacks

Got two AKs and a MAC

Try me, you won't live the last

You still sending me songs, boy you still ass

I'm still getting money and they still mad

They want that old me, man I can't do that

Finna drop this tape, how you gone react?

And you still smoking Reggie's I don't need that

Finna make my own strand, yeah I weed that

If ain't see you on yo block, we gone be back

Pussy ass lil boy don't want rematch

Yeah I'm riding 'round lurking like "where he at?"

I got Sqee, I got Tez, and we got them MAC's

We gone make ya ass a bed if you tryna touch these stacks

You can call me Quan YC, I got racks on racks, on racks

I still can't believe that boy turned to a rat

AR-15 got a kickback

Glock 40s, TEC 9s, yeah they mix match

You think ima stop rapping, I'm still ass