QuanDogg - Fuck Tha Rap Game Lyrics

F*ck the rap game, I let the money stack up
Shootin opps up, somebody call backup
Run up on Da Quan, nigga, that's your bad luck
Up this damn AK, will tear your back up

All these opps pussy, man, they need some tampons
Shot an opp three times, he tryna foul me, And1 Ey, I'll rob your whole fam for some Ransom
I'll be chasing to this money, bitch, I dig my leg numb

(Nah, f*ck that shit, nigga, you gotta keep going, nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Who stop you, nigga, keep going, nigga)

And I'm only 21, A lot of QuanDoggs, like I got a lot of sons
Hot day, bitch, I'm ballin' like the Phoenix Suns
Hope I don't get caught just like LeBron son, hey, shh
And I still got my gun, let's f*ck the rap game, man, I do this shit for fun, nigga

Ayy, bitch, I been sellin' dope just like I'm in the 80s
Like I'm finna go to the future, I'm Codiene Krazy
I been puttin' work on this music, I never lazy
Got my Draco, I hold this bitch just like a baby


And I been moving that white girl, I call her Stacy
F*ck her off the perc, this bitch, think I'm Satan
Twenty shots to his back, he think he Gary Payton
I just walked in the club and I'm not even waitin

Count all these dead white men, I'm think I'm racist
Slice your ass up so bad, I'm think I'm Jason
7-6-2 caught em lacking now he's stankin
I'm just tryna get my money up, f*ck all that hating

What? Man, these opps still hating
Fah, Fah, Fah, I hope God didn't save em
This chopper would chase your ass like I'm a cop with the tazer
I'm connected everywhere, I'm on your block with a banger

F*ck the rap game, I tell your whole block up
Heard he got killed, claimin' that he shot us
KBS the gang, man, you is not us
Tryna follow me, pussy, you can't spot us

Ayy, Like I'm in a band, I got a chop' with the drum
Up this 4-5-6, finna leave your body numb
If I catch you lackin', boy, you better run it up
Is that your house right there? Shit, I'm finna wet it up

If I lose a bet, bitch, I ain't lettin' up
Look, I got my Ruger, TEC, AK, big drums
Look, I ain't no player, bitch, I ain't Big Pun
Stop all that hate, you better get some money

You better get some money for I bust a cap (on ya ass)
Yeah, I rap good, but I got my strap
I feelin' like Max Payne, I got twin MACs
All that sneak dissin and that won't get your twin back

F*ck the rap game, I'm that still in the trap
I ain't got time for swipe, but I'm still sellin' packs
Wanna sneak diss the quan, I'll get your wife snatched
Your homeboy dead, he can't get his life back

He better f*ckin die, he tryna get a life hack
Up this .223 to his body, I will bisect him
I'm on my way to opps block, man, I might pass him
Nah, I had to spin back, cause these opps lackin

Y'all be lyin' on y'all songs, y'all need to stop cappin
Too many Quan Doggs, man, I gotta stop rappin
Feds everywhere, man, I gotta stop trappin
It's f*ck the rap game, man, I gotta get active, pussy