QuanDogg - Shittin' On the Industry Lyrics

Nope, Ain't nobody big as me
I just ran out a tissue, I be shittin' on this industry
Just got a new chop, cause I be killin' all my enemies
And when I get rich, might as well take the trip to Italy
You ain't never questioned God like how they missin' in the streets
You ain't never answered moms like how you got back in the streets
Just got no big ol' AR with a broom, I'ma make it sweep
Big ol' AK, R&B, I'ma make it sing
Please don't be messin' with my dawgs, you know they gon' bite
We got glocks with FNs, ARs, and they gon' take your life
Been a bad boy, man, I was stealin' stuff since I was nine
I can't remember last time I f*cked my bitch, man I was high
No cloud 9, we shot em down like three, four, five times
Woke up rich, still wearin' Hanes, ain't no Calvin Klein
If they caught you lacking, still in that park, you know we don't slide
I'm from 517, if you try to pull up, you gon' die
Man, y'all sending threats, y'all killin' me
Talkin' bout, what up, bro, what up, gang, you ain't no kin of me
I'm QuanDogg, I ain't got no friends, y'all know I got enemies
Pull up on his block, them draco shells, gon' put him on a tee
I don't want no beef, I just wanna get some goddamn money
Don't think it's rugrats man, I might hit you with this goddamn Tommy
And y'all know I be freestylin', I don't do no goddamn writin
And y'all be cappin' all y'all songs, man, stop all that lyin
Man, I just got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it
When I get done, I'm on the run like Tay-K, I be racin
Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his Mama prayin
You know how it goes, so stop that goddamn hatin
You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE
You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the seat
You know how it goes, because I'm D-O-G-G
You know how it goes, lil nigga, you know how it be
Man, that's my old flow, y'all say I want that back, man, y'all really cap
And they actin' like they really tough, but they really rats
This ain't no new era, you gon' get knocked off out of your fitted cap
These hoes actin' like they want some money, but they ain't gettin' that
Smokin' too much crud, I need my lungs back And your dumb ass got shot, cause you tryna get your gun back
Glock.40s,.223s, and ARs got the kickback
MAC-10s, FNs, and AKs, yeah, they mix matched
I was born to be a don, y'all niggas givin' my son
I remember when my first time cussing, I was only one
I'm on the road, I keep my Glock, this is dangerous, not fun
F*ck nigga, kept on talkin, the chopper hit him in his lungs
Man, I got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it
When I get done, I'm on the run like TayK, I be racin
Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his mama praying
You know how it goes, so stop that goddamn hatin
You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE
You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the seat
You know how it goes, because I'm D-O-G-G
You know how it goes, lil' nigga, you know how it be
You know how it be, we catch you on the street
You may rest in peace, I'm from L-A-N-S-I-N-G, I'm him that wanna be
Why these lil' haters still want beef, man, it's 2023
Keep on postin' all them blicks, but y'all can't afford a beef
Shotgun to his back
Like he Ricky, aw, man, goddamn, what is that
I don't know, ask your mans
Do he wanna live? Do he wanna die? F*ck it then, (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) he won't do that again
I'm the one that gon' run up on your block, we let off shots
Them lil' weezy, we might chop down your block, now it's hot
We don't even know these niggas, talkin' bout they mess with us
Now he dead from this, F&N, he can't even get up, QuanDogg
I just got a brand new K, man, I can't wait to spray it
When I get done, I'm on the run like Tay-K, I be racin
Up this AR-15, hit his back, then now his mama prayin
You know how it goes, don't stop that goddamn hatin
You know how it goes, I got my label, BBE
You know how it goes, I got my chopper under the sear
You know how it goes, cause I'm D-O-G-G
You know how it goes, lil' nigga, you know how it be, ayy