Influence Lyrics

Yeah

EST '01 shit

You know how I'm rockin

Aye

The quan is back

I'm maybe young, but I'm still gone tell yo ass to do it

I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm you motherfucking influence

Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissin my music

If you talking bout "Quan Dogg ain't this", I might say something stupid

All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin'?

Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky

Got my Bernie MAC-11, "Who you wit?"

This ain't funny

I ain't gone lie, I used to get flamed at like I ain't got no money

Fuck a job, used to work nine-to-five, hell nah it's ten-to-four

I can't trust nobody, it's fuck everybody, friends be turning foes

All them coworkers I used to work with, they don't know my life, bro

Asking me what's my lifestyle, and all that shit

Is you slow?

I was making on one song, some random hoe texting my phone

It bet not be that one bitch posted that pic in front of my home, nigga

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Gang shit, nigga, I'm just getting started, nigga

Slidin down yo block, we started shootin like we in a war

And I got this chopper long as hell, no extinction cord

You think we at yo front door, hell nah we at yo back door

Nigga said he want some cheese, I think that nigga lactose

Yeah we outside at yo crib, we opened up them van doors

Them chopper shells got that invoice, this ain't no vendors

Snitch on me, ima catch you lackin outside of that court

Chopper lay em down, now he grass, this ain't no lawnmower

We finna put them 762's to his body

Catch a opp lacking shot his ass down, now he died

I be freestyling shit, so I ain't even gotta write

Yeah we at yo block right now, I ain't even gotta slide

Pussy nigga said he want smoke, but he smoking cancer sticks

Dr. Dre, "Wreckin' Cru"

At yo block, wreckin' shit

I just heard an opp slip, yeah we gonna slide quick

I be speaking real ahit since the fucking Quanprint , nigga

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye Nigga, aye

Aye nigga

Aye nigga, this ain't over yet, nigga

I don't need no beat, I don't need no drums, nigga

Let this shit ride, folk

Niggas actin like some bitches, but they out here sneak dissin

Opps think they cold, I got this glock with the heat sensor

I heard that you's a rat ass boy, you ain't no street nigga

Yeah I got them glocks, and them drac's, aye let me get em

Yeah I'm from the south side of the L, you ain't be near it

Nigga tryna shoot me with his hands, you can't be serious

I ain't talking shit lil nigga, I'm being realistic

You know where I'm coming from, nigga, I'm with my real niggas

B-B-E the label lil nigga, we finna sign niggas

Feeling like lil Wayne, cuz I'm always on the grind, nigga

A lotta fuck niggas waisting my time

All that sneak dissing they songs, but they mans really dying

Man, I don't really wanna rap no more

I wear hats, I don't really wanna cap no more

I was a lil ass kid, I was at the store

Choppa hit that nigga in his lungs, he won't do that no more, nigga

No rap cap shit

I maybe young, but im still gone tell yo ass to do it

I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm yo motherfucking influence

Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissing my music

If you talking bout Quan Dogg ain't this, I might do something stupid

All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin

Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky