Qaugen Lyrics

Rara ra

Prp shit nigga ya kno im stamping dat

We havin

Prp heez Nigga

Yeame

I got irons inna back of da truck

(Yea aye Lemme get me headphones back up)

Riding ina Benz im coming for who made me

Youngin stuck at the bottom sippin onat Quagen

Put a tag on your toe for my brother ima lay you

I aint going lie we the latest

We stuff the irons in the basement

I got hella bitches I aint Tryn get racist

I be dogging they cat every day to day basis

Young nigga hopped ina field had to tie up my laces

These .556s dey knock out his braces

Factory glock bout to add me a laser

I've been sharp to them switching

But it aint add to my pay

Four five on my hip

And the nine on my waist

I was young jugging tryna find a way

Uh without no gun I put dat boy on skates

I stuff me a ten Then put half in dey face

Uh LongliveG shit got hot onat chase

Aye Bra ina back im bout to drop da window

If uon drop shots now I gotta go against you

Man dat wrote a statement dat Nigga a sucka

I hop out da car wit this big ass cutta

These niggaz aint real could put dat on my mother

A nigga aint had shit now I smoke outta onion

And just because I dropped on your bank

Don't mean dat I love you

I only love money dat shit could get royal

Riding ina Benz im coming for who made me

Youngin stuck at the bottom sippin onat Quagen

Put a tag on your toe for my brother ima lay you

I aint going lie we the latest

We stuff the irons in the basement

I got a lot bitches I aint Tryn get racist

I be dogging they cat every day to day basis

Beam ona glock it dont hit like no laser

Me and my brother we tight we cant fall bout no paper

That fn g35 came from Jamaica

He ran up to fast he got sent to his maker

I be Fuckin her throat like she one of my haters

Went up ina mall and spend me a ten

Niggaz bitches dey be hiding behind dey men

First thing that we throwin was droppin dat mask

We Goin hop in a Benz and drop about ten

She eating good behind these five percent tint

I had to take so many losses to win

Im working with scales I aint talkin bout gym

Got sticks ina back we goin drop bout ten

Im riding wit my kin ion need me a friend

Ima keep on playing my part until its the end

They claiming they solid they think its a trend

Last nigga dat spoke we done…

(Its nun)

Riding ina Benz im coming for who made me

Youngin stuck at the bottom sippin onat Quagen

Put a tag on your toe for my brother ima lay you

I aint going lie we the latest

We stuff the irons in the basement

I got a lot bitches I aint Tryn get racist

I be dogging they cat every day to day basis