BBE, KBG, Lansing mafia, nigga R.I.P
Nigga R.I.P
Nigga R.I.P
F*ck all that, huh
Nigga R.I.P
Cuz he wanna smoke with me I won't let nobody try to stop my dream
Make love to the money Ima fiend How you tryna flex but you ain't getting no green
Now he really hungry cuz he always talking bout beef
Just listen to me You better not lose your life up in these streets
I'm tryna be me Riding bikes like I'm tryna be Meek
But anyway I'm tryna get some peace Just like I need some sleep
Wake back up counting these cheese But niggas really rats just for some cheese
It's 2023 Why you still acting like you street
The reason why you got put on a Tee But I'm still making beats
No cap, rapping out my own beats High as hell, climbing up them trees
I've been rolling like I'm off a beam Catch a fleek like you rolling off a ZZZ
Man, I know they really sleeping on me Don't go ape shit, you know I got my heater on me
The whole fam praying for me cuz the reaper on me
When it's time to do a drill, don't go missing on me
All I think is free kill cuz I don't trust nobody
B.B.E, three niggas, I don't need no army If you ain't got respect, then I'm really sorry
And if you tryna disrespect, then you gon' get a homi
Fifty shots to his back, now he really dying
I just keep hearing all the rumors
Girl, you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
Lightweight turn to the shooter
If you ain't getting money, little boy, what you doing
I'm riding Hellcat, used to call up for Uber
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
I just keep hearing all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
How you dissing on me? You ain't no shooter
If you ain't sending shots, little boy, what you doing
This big AR-15 from the Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
B.I.G
Nigga, R.I.P
D.O.G
R.I.P
Because he really wants some peace
Draco Tylenol his asses to sleep
Now they saying R.I.P
He got too many shots, now he bleeding
We gon' get mad, we get even
Everybody eating
Tryna make it to the last season
You keep on saying beef, where's the season
You get killed for no reason
Your blood getting spilled for no reason
Nigga's Instagram, you gon' get reeled for no reason
Like I got this hand, we get to beating down your blovk
Try anything wrong, you catch 50 shots
Them 7.62s make your damn heart stop
Now your whole hood is shaking like a damn pop
Man, but I'ma keep it street
F.I.N. with the infrared beam
Now you ain't got no clean
They don't wanna see the other side of me
I'm just gon' keep stacking
You gon' get killed, homie
Gon' keep rapping
I am from the L-Town
Yeah, I'm pistol packing
It's going up, it's going down
Don't get caught lacking
If you got caught, they'll spit you up
Just like some fractions
Anyway, this rap stuff's tryna make it happen
I've been tryna quit rapping
But it kept going backward
Oh yeah, free my nigga Will till he's backwards
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutored
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
Lightweight, turn into a shooter
If you ain't givin' money
Little boy, what you doin'
I ride a hellcat
Used to call up a Uber
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutoring
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then he askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
How you dissin' on me
You ain't no shooter
And if you didn't send the shots
Little boy, what you doin'
You spendin' AR or 15 for the Rueger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
Real soon
I said, oh, yeah, it's comin' real soon
Quan dog, Quan dog, baby
Quan on da track
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QuanDogg - Real Soon Lyrics
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BBE, KBG, Lansing mafia, nigga R.I.P
Nigga R.I.P
Nigga R.I.P
F*ck all that, huh
Nigga R.I.P
Cuz he wanna smoke with me I won't let nobody try to stop my dream
Make love to the money Ima fiend How you tryna flex but you ain't getting no green
Now he really hungry cuz he always talking bout beef
Just listen to me You better not lose your life up in these streets
I'm tryna be me Riding bikes like I'm tryna be Meek
But anyway I'm tryna get some peace Just like I need some sleep
Wake back up counting these cheese But niggas really rats just for some cheese
It's 2023 Why you still acting like you street
The reason why you got put on a Tee But I'm still making beats
No cap, rapping out my own beats High as hell, climbing up them trees
I've been rolling like I'm off a beam Catch a fleek like you rolling off a ZZZ
Man, I know they really sleeping on me Don't go ape shit, you know I got my heater on me
The whole fam praying for me cuz the reaper on me
When it's time to do a drill, don't go missing on me
All I think is free kill cuz I don't trust nobody
B.B.E, three niggas, I don't need no army If you ain't got respect, then I'm really sorry
And if you tryna disrespect, then you gon' get a homi
Fifty shots to his back, now he really dying
I just keep hearing all the rumors
Girl, you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
Lightweight turn to the shooter
If you ain't getting money, little boy, what you doing
I'm riding Hellcat, used to call up for Uber
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
I just keep hearing all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
How you dissing on me? You ain't no shooter
If you ain't sending shots, little boy, what you doing
This big AR-15 from the Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
B.I.G
Nigga, R.I.P
D.O.G
R.I.P
Because he really wants some peace
Draco Tylenol his asses to sleep
Now they saying R.I.P
He got too many shots, now he bleeding
We gon' get mad, we get even
Everybody eating
Tryna make it to the last season
You keep on saying beef, where's the season
You get killed for no reason
Your blood getting spilled for no reason
Nigga's Instagram, you gon' get reeled for no reason
Like I got this hand, we get to beating down your blovk
Try anything wrong, you catch 50 shots
Them 7.62s make your damn heart stop
Now your whole hood is shaking like a damn pop
Man, but I'ma keep it street
F.I.N. with the infrared beam
Now you ain't got no clean
They don't wanna see the other side of me
I'm just gon' keep stacking
You gon' get killed, homie
Gon' keep rapping
I am from the L-Town
Yeah, I'm pistol packing
It's going up, it's going down
Don't get caught lacking
If you got caught, they'll spit you up
Just like some fractions
Anyway, this rap stuff's tryna make it happen
I've been tryna quit rapping
But it kept going backward
Oh yeah, free my nigga Will till he's backwards
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutored
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
Lightweight, turn into a shooter
If you ain't givin' money
Little boy, what you doin'
I ride a hellcat
Used to call up a Uber
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutoring
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then he askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
How you dissin' on me
You ain't no shooter
And if you didn't send the shots
Little boy, what you doin'
You spendin' AR or 15 for the Rueger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
Real soon
I said, oh, yeah, it's comin' real soon
Quan dog, Quan dog, baby
Quan on da track
Nigga R.I.P
Nigga R.I.P
F*ck all that, huh
Nigga R.I.P
Cuz he wanna smoke with me I won't let nobody try to stop my dream
Make love to the money Ima fiend How you tryna flex but you ain't getting no green
Now he really hungry cuz he always talking bout beef
Just listen to me You better not lose your life up in these streets
I'm tryna be me Riding bikes like I'm tryna be Meek
But anyway I'm tryna get some peace Just like I need some sleep
Wake back up counting these cheese But niggas really rats just for some cheese
It's 2023 Why you still acting like you street
The reason why you got put on a Tee But I'm still making beats
No cap, rapping out my own beats High as hell, climbing up them trees
I've been rolling like I'm off a beam Catch a fleek like you rolling off a ZZZ
Man, I know they really sleeping on me Don't go ape shit, you know I got my heater on me
The whole fam praying for me cuz the reaper on me
When it's time to do a drill, don't go missing on me
All I think is free kill cuz I don't trust nobody
B.B.E, three niggas, I don't need no army If you ain't got respect, then I'm really sorry
And if you tryna disrespect, then you gon' get a homi
Fifty shots to his back, now he really dying
I just keep hearing all the rumors
Girl, you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
Lightweight turn to the shooter
If you ain't getting money, little boy, what you doing
I'm riding Hellcat, used to call up for Uber
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
I just keep hearing all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school, boy, go get some tutoring
I got my little Glock, but you know I got my Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
How you dissing on me? You ain't no shooter
If you ain't sending shots, little boy, what you doing
This big AR-15 from the Ruger
They keep asking me when I'm gon' get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
When I get rich, I told them sooner
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
B.I.G
Nigga, R.I.P
D.O.G
R.I.P
Because he really wants some peace
Draco Tylenol his asses to sleep
Now they saying R.I.P
He got too many shots, now he bleeding
We gon' get mad, we get even
Everybody eating
Tryna make it to the last season
You keep on saying beef, where's the season
You get killed for no reason
Your blood getting spilled for no reason
Nigga's Instagram, you gon' get reeled for no reason
Like I got this hand, we get to beating down your blovk
Try anything wrong, you catch 50 shots
Them 7.62s make your damn heart stop
Now your whole hood is shaking like a damn pop
Man, but I'ma keep it street
F.I.N. with the infrared beam
Now you ain't got no clean
They don't wanna see the other side of me
I'm just gon' keep stacking
You gon' get killed, homie
Gon' keep rapping
I am from the L-Town
Yeah, I'm pistol packing
It's going up, it's going down
Don't get caught lacking
If you got caught, they'll spit you up
Just like some fractions
Anyway, this rap stuff's tryna make it happen
I've been tryna quit rapping
But it kept going backward
Oh yeah, free my nigga Will till he's backwards
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutored
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
Lightweight, turn into a shooter
If you ain't givin' money
Little boy, what you doin'
I ride a hellcat
Used to call up a Uber
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
I just keep hearin' all the rumors
I heard you need to go to school
Boy gon' get you tutoring
I got my little Glock
But you know I got my Ruger
Then he askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
How you dissin' on me
You ain't no shooter
And if you didn't send the shots
Little boy, what you doin'
You spendin' AR or 15 for the Rueger
Then you askin' me
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
I'll tell them sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
You're talkin' sooner
When I'm gonna get rich
Real soon
I said, oh, yeah, it's comin' real soon
Quan dog, Quan dog, baby
Quan on da track
Writer: Quan Giles
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