QuanDogg - Kno What BBE Doin' Lyrics

Smokin' on this crud while I'm ridin' with the Glock
I was only 13 when I was ridin' with my pops
Up this AR-15 blowin' down your whole block
Don't call me Rocky Balbola
(Big, big, big bands entertainment)
Smokin' on this crud while I'm ridin' with the Glock
I was only 13 when I was ridin' with my pops
Up this AR-15 blowin' down your whole block
Don't call me Rocky or Balbola
I'm boxin' with the Glock
I'm a real skreet nigga
Like I'm Gucci in '06
How you say you smokin' Reggie
Man, that shit don't make no sense
Outside with a pole
Catch your ass like a fish
Don't talk to me cause you an ho
Cause you actin' like a bitch
Now I'm givin' out lessons
I wanna be an activist
Yeah, I'm flexin' with this money
That don't mean I'm actin' rich
I'm type the nigga that'll sell you for these bands
Like I'm money mitch
Treat your city like a football
Cause I'm runnin' it
Run up on you with this bernie MAC
Like who you with?
Roll you out with this TEC
Like I'm Ludacris
I be runnin' hoes with this cane
Just like I'm a pimp
Man, I have feelings with this drink
Cause I'm an addict
Don't take that cause I'm a simp?
Baby and Lil Wayne
Like father
Like son
Don't think we cool
Cause you my plug
Because I got my gun
I know you wanna be like me
You is not my son
With the police pullin' over me
That is not my gun
You think it's a game
Now it's really, really done
Word up to Jay-Z
You got 99 problems
But this Glock will give you one
I'm claustrophobic with this AK
You think I'm really, really dumb?
I'ma give you bullets like them painkillers
Because you're really, really numb
Man, I just turned 20
Yeah, it's bout to be July
I got to clean up my sin
Cause yeah, I used to really lie
Can't find no peace at these streets
Cause these niggas really dying
I'm finna make it out of this shit
If I'm lyin', then I'm flyin'
Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
Ridin' real clean
They're like, Quan, why you actin' nice
I know you really mean
Got this big-ass TEC-9
Eating on some beef
YG, I'm throwin' B's
Snoop Dogg, I'm throwin' C's
I'm the CEO of this shit
The work at DG
I'm your heavy influence
I know you wanna be me
Get throwed
Bun B
Sweet Jones
Pimp C
I'm playin' pool
Eight ball
Raspy voice
MJG
Still stuntin' on these f*ck niggas
Why they so mad
Livin life like 96
Ridin' in a damn 'lac
Man, all these hoes just give me money
Coz they know that I'm the Mac
I'm bringin' back to my own hood
Because they know I got they back
I know this homie just got killed
Because he want his Glock back
And you know I'm takin' over
You can't get your block back
Now, if you pass me that blunt
You can't get your blunt back
And shout out to the white boys
Cause I'm smokin' lumberjack
I still want that white hoe back
It was 2016 when she had me on her snap
I ain't goin' back to that city
Cause I found a lot of rats
And your bitch a shooter
Just like Clementine, without a hat
I ain't gonna lie, man
I really wanna be just like my daddy
I pray to God that I make it out
I really give out cash
I'm bettin' money in that damn casino
Smokin' on his thrash
I'm really outside playin' tennis
Blowin' all the racks
Big bands entertainment