QuanDogg - Fast Lyrics

I'm stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back That pussy gon' die today cause he can't
Get his fight back
I got a chop on my side, I wanna get they
Life snatched
But every time they see me, man, they wanna
Get me dap
A lot of niggas talkin' funny in they songs Mike Epps
Beat em up too many times, you need to get
That life hack
They like, Quan, you ain't right, how you gon' do him like that?
He be actin' like a roach, smoke him up, die fast
They like, Juan, you made the palm? I ain't even write that
How you talkin' like a gangster, you ain't even like that
If they makin' this about you, you gon' have
To fight back 23s, FNs, KDs, gon' snipe your ass
I tryna change my flow, they say they want that old Quan back
Makin' movies with the gang, they want that old Rock back
Talkin' bout it, you wanna punch? You gon' have to clock that
You ain't no motherf*ckin' scammer, you gon' have to box that
I'm still that 517 nigga still get your homie whack
You try to get replacements, you can't get your homie back
It depends on who to go, you can't even call me that
Either way I'm gon' go, just like my daddy, I'll be back
You gon' miss me when I'm gone like I'm Drake
Got a motherf*ckin' drac, it gon' be a closed case
He say he want some beef with me and he lil, no way
All them hollow tips gon' hit you in your bach, Rosé
Stop that talkin' when your breath stink
You gon' need some Colgate
I ain't never gon' stop rappin', yeah, I came a long way
I'ma hit you with that Fah Fah, if you talk the wrong way
Lil' bitch said she want me back, like a tire, you'll get rolled away
Chopper sent them up, up there, hurry up before they close the gate
Shootin' at three niggas from afar, this ain't the golden state
Ride around with a chopper like waka, you gon' get the flame
Everybody keep sayin' I need to stop rappin', I'm the one who blamed
They tryna cross me like they AI, but they ain't never make a shot
Man, they got my Brodie locked, middle fingers to the cops
Everybody out here tryna steal my wave, you ain't on the rod
Tryna diss me, it's gon' be a triple homicide
And I fall back, cause all I see is lies
Everybody out here beefin', so you know they mama cryin
But you speakin' on my people, you can't come back to the side
Pull up, chop a bullet, start flyin', then you die
I came here to get my motherf*ckin' style back
I'm the king of the L, where my crown at
This chopper got extended, shootin' bullets, now your time passed
Now you on the news, cause your mama heard them shots blast
Don't make me have to get all of my killers, they gon' get em' stretched
If they won't take somethin' from me, I gon' get em' back
How you dissin'? You don't know me, you can't riddle that
Actin' like you blitzin', niggas, where your field at
Actin' like you got some money, I don't feel that
You gon' catch me outside with them blicks, no Dr. Phil ass
Every time we caught ahead, put a chopper, send a body bag
If you snitching bout the paper, we gon' have to find your ass
Nigga, you ain't never rap like me, trap like me
You ain't never catch a hat like me
We just caught him lackin', now he wanna act Spike Lee
Chasin' down on your block with that bike, Ice T
We walkin' down with the drac, he won't see his mom today
I ain't talkin' bout no pigeons, so he had to fly away
I'm the type to get a bag, you the type to spend some pape
No MJ, we do you bad, we gon' marchin' with the K
Talkin' all that tough stuff, but he won't say it to my face
Caught him lackin' broad, then we gon' mase em some like some spray
BBE, that's the gang, we ain't beefin' with no lame
Actin' like he got some dreads, now he bald, Tory Lanez
You ain't nothin' but a snake, you a snitch, and a fake
Talkin' bout you hate this city, go and take that cheap-ass plane
Talkin' down on QuanDogg, K will burn you like some steak
I be makin' all this money, and I can merch it every day, pussy
They think I fell off, but I'm still rappin' on my beats
If they wanna beef with me, up the chop, I'll make them flee
They like, what you wanna do? I'm just tryna make some cheese
Now they wanna hate on me because I'm D-O-double-G
He don't wanna sign, cause I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G
He don't wanna smoke with me, he must be doin' nicotine
I ain't talkin' musketeers, thinkin' I'm curry, shootin' three
Talkin' bout y'all pushin' P, and all y'all pushin' plea's
F*ck the rap game and these beats, I'm still gon' put him on the tee
He ain't no dog here, but I'm still gon' put him on the leash
I'm still stuck in my ways, I need to get my life back
That pussy gon' die today, cause he can't get his life back