517 FREESTYLE ft. Keko & Kold Blooded Sqee Lyrics

Quan on da track, bitch

Quan did it again

Aye, Quan turn the beat up

Niggas finna get fucked up, fill my cup

Little niggas better respect us

Kold blooded shit, Big bands entertainment

Watch what you're saying, 'fore your blood on the pavement

Tie you up, lock you in a basement

This shit amazing, The rush is given me

Heavy guns and artillery, this not the place to be

Kold blooded sqee, these niggas wanna be enemies

I feel the hating ass energy

Keko and Quan Dogg, they're the centerpiece

Back to back shooting threes

We was underground, now we mainstream

Like a train, we keep full steam

Like a train, we keep full steam

My shots named Bilstein

Fuck you up like the Dream Team

Stand on business, we mean things

Cut your hair with a green bean

Water boiling in a pot, feel it steaming

Niggas feigning, for this real shit

Ready to kill it

Hope you got your meal ticket

This beat made you sickly

And your bitch know she miss me

I got long distance

Why you been acting distant

I'm persistent

Smoke in the air like the incense

It's Quan, nigga

I'm still that 517 nigga

Riding around with a goddamn F&N (517 shit)

Hate when I be walking in that club

Without no weapon in (What)

Pussy acting like he want smoke

We have to zip him then (Pussy)

I'm the first to hit him with that chopper

Ain't no middleman

Want a beef with us

He won't make it to that spittle, man (What)

If he still alive, and his brother living

We gon' kill him, then (Kill that nigga)

Every time a nigga pop a pill

All I see is red (I'ma bull)

Ridin with that TEC

Pull up on him, hit him in his head (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

Got this AR-15, fill em up with lead (Bitch, pussy)

Got a brand new chopper with a stick

Throw him in a ditch (Throw him them)

His dumbass in jail, getting flip

Cause he want a snitch

762 bullets hit his whip

Wrapped him like a brick

Why you talking tough on the net

Acting like a bitch (Wassup)

Every time you want a beef with Quan

We gon' send a hit (We gon' send a hit)

You better keep that chain tucked

Before I walk up in that bitch (Shred)

Thinkin' he sleep

We gon' shine him like a wrist (Bling, bling)

223 up in the whip

Now he swimming like a fish (Skrr, skrr)

BBE, that's the clique

And you know we toting sticks (Big Bands, Nigga)

I was cool up in the L

Now we somewhere in Okemos (Where we at?)

Them fuck niggas got killed

I don't even know that shit (Damn)

Shot him dead, now he gone

Send the shots up in the crib (Shots up in the crib)

He don't wanna send the lo

But I might find out where he live (I'ma find out where he at)

517, that's the city

Where we known for getting bands

Niggas run up on the gang

The chopper hit him in his head

Gary Payton, 20 shots

Into his car, we leave him dead

By myself, when I get rich

I'm gonna buy a fucking Benz

Big bands entertainment, yeah

You know we always keep some bands

If you ever try that shit

I promise you won't try it again

In the city with your bitch

And yeah, you know she giving head

This shit is wicked

Yeah, I gotta keep the F&N

Grab the glock, I grab the switch

And yeah, that bitch sound like

Acting like you is the bloc boy

But you can't even shoot

I'm Keko, yeah, I spit the truth

Yeah, I put you on the news

And my niggas run you down

And yeah, we keep the fucking tools

Beefing with us like it's cool

You don't even know what's due

Better play it safe

And yeah, you better keep your fucking cool

Bitches like when I get rude

And you know we're breaking rules

Sold a couple bows, I can just show you how to make some moves, pussy

Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch again

I'm too legit to quit

Ridin 'round in that striker plus

You know I got the drip

Dissing on the gang

The only reason why he just got hit

Rule number one

Don't diss my fucking family in this bitch, Pussy

But with that F&N

You know you get hit

If he talking tough

Choppa hit him in his whip

Wanna beef with us

Game over like Lil Flip

Like it's about to be your funeral

Let it rip, pussy

Chillin' like a villain

Headshots, no missing

On a mission getting stupid

Cause we bout to get ignorant

Obituaries in the newspaper

Your name listed

To take your head off, nigga

Gonna take your existence

And I don't need no assist, nigga

Forget you existed

I be stacking all this money up

You know I be getting it

Nigga, you know what I'm on

We got them scales in your kitchen

Shot him down, now he dismissed

He should've been listening

Pussy

Quan on the track, bitch

Kold blooded shit

Quan did it again

What up, sqee, Tez

Yeah, nigga

You know how the fuck we rock it, nigga

Aye quan, turn the beat up

Bitch