How Lyrics

Quan on da Track, bitch

Ayy, turn me up

How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a fuckin' rack

I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC

Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back

They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back

I mean don't even wanna rap because I'm here to copycats

Man you gotta be yourself boy, where your hobby at?

You got shot with three niggas with your goldie locky ass

You know me, I got three pistols, no Dwayne, I'll Rock his ass

Ever since I dropped the tape, now they wanna copy that

Tryna make the songs about the Quan, that ain't gon' stop me man

Where my freakin' money at? I need that A$AP Rocky man

I'ma say fuck, but FUCK you and your whole block is dead

A lot of rats gon' die from that snitchin', where's Tekashi at?

YOP with the god damn drum, make you do the runnin' man

(Yeahh)

Forrest Gump, this ain't no Life's a box of chocolate

Fucked up on that last line, I gotta say that bar again

A lot of haters been in the city, gotta go harder than again

Wrote me two letters and one voice clip, you think you STAN?

They be droppin' ass shit, I gotta do this rap again

I got money, I got music, I don't even got no friend

Was broke as fuck, I had to get a job to get some bands

To free my baby Will, it's the lock up in the pen

Got me rappin' like this, they want that old Quan again

If they gon' sound like this, they call me old Lonnie Bands

I don't even shoot with MACs, but this Drac' will get you ten

This my life, you gon' read it from beginning to the end

How you wanna beef with Quan, but you ain't got no skill to shoot a fuckin' gun

They can't sign me cause I'm from the murder capital like Pun

Like the end up on the song, this Draco will get you done

Smokin' this goddamn crud, this shit hurtin' my lungs

These niggas don't got no gun, they just wanna hit and run

If you wanna get some money, then you better get your some

Where's the broom? I got the dustpan, y'all niggas like some crumbs

Ain't no Super Mario Brothers, man, your whole life is done

By the way, I got my own money, so don't even ask you none

You want the world like you want candy, you can't even get none

Smokin' crud since I was nine, baby, I got vet lungs

Ain't no madden, I got blitz, boy, we gon' catch ya

Y'all fat like mustard, man, y'all need to ketchup

No Fantastic 4, got flames, this Draco will stretch ya

AK put him on the ground, so he gon' need that stretcher

You gon' listen to me now like you need some lectures

You watch that Comcast, now we watchin' Spectrum

They keep tellin' me to come down like I got a TANTRUM

I got one, two, three killers like it's Dracula

You got one, two, three, died, keep your head up

They don't wanna see me make it out, man, I fed up

Lil bitch said she wanna fuck, I told her, give me heads up

Goin' fast with this lifestyle, you think it's stamina

Got a chopper with a hand, don't make me have to slam ya

How you makin' all these songs, but, you keep dissin all my niggas like it's sweet

Life is sweet, Zach & Cody, got your freak up in the sheets

In the room, I be high as hell, I can barely see

Killin' all these beats with no brakes, man, I can't barely breathe

Makin' all these hits 24-7, bitch, I don't sleep

Told your ass to be yourself, why you wanna follow me

42 Dugg in this Glock, it can rap on any beat

I'm a Thug in my block, so don't even envy me

Quanycation, it's the tape, man, I'm finna drop it next week

Don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G

I'm too old for this shit, like I'm finna retire, B

Posterize you from this Glock like LeBron is 23

How you beefin' on the net but you ain't got no skills to get a fuckin' rack

I ain't talk about no ref' when my bro hit him with the TEC

Smith & Wesson with the MAC, choppa hit him in his back

They don't wanna see me win cause they scared to say I'm back

Quan on da track, bitch