Lotta Bars
[Intro]
It's the mothafuckin' gang baby!
[Verse 1: Qua Louie]
Cash out till I pass out
Trynna get a bad house, but now I'm in that stash-house
I'm who these n***as rap bout
N***as sending threats
While my n***as sending mags out
Smoking on that stank, I'm always smoking on that bad mouth
Kick a door, get a whore, she a slore and
N***as better keep up, they afters they my befores
You probably don't get that
2gang, yea I'm with that
Pop a molly, I'm sweatin, break it down like a Kit-Kat
It's that gang shit
No lame shit
And all that dam pain gotta n***a feeling painless
My crown, I obtained it
These haters, I done gained it
And all that fuck shit, boy Qua Louie don't entertain it
Cuz' I'm poppin, she poppin
Totin', I'm glockin
These n***as dick-hoppin, but all that shit stoppin
Yo bitch, she nasty, goddamn that bitch moppin
And bitch I'm so wavy, gotta watch a n***a dive in
N***as hated, we made it, them n***as basic but
Bitch I'm trynna make it, I was just up onnat bracelet
Thinking to myself
How I'mma chew these n***as
Screw these n***as
How I'm boutta do these n***as, pause
Break a n***a jaw, she pullin' down my fucking draws
Suck a n***a balls, I'm in her mouth, like a fucking Hall
Fuck Newark, Fuck sherriff, fuck em!
Boys, moral of the story that I'm always screaming fuck the law
We them fucking boys, yea I go hard boy
Stand tall boy, damn
I could never fall boy
Always like the floss boy
Trynna be a boss boy
Cuz' even when I lose, I could never take a loss boy
Put my n***as on my back
My n***as they totin' straps
You n***as ain't into that, you lose the profit get it back
Smoking onna super sack
These n***as they super whack
Super gat, Splash Brothers splashing, yea I'm super that
N***as better fall back
Qua Louie, I'm all that
Bullet to his head
Pow-pow to his ball cap
Me and Mula splashin' and swaggin, them n***as jackin'
Ballin on em like Madden, no lackin, we steady packin'
Take a trip to Florida, probably fuck a rapper's daughter
Pop a few Roxys'
Then I jump up innat water
The beat I walked down, then I gotta fuckin' slaughter
I'm just trynna make a dollar
Outta mawfuckin' quarter, lotta bars n***a!
(And I'mma fuckin' boss n***a!)
(2Gang man, you already know what the fuck it is)
(N***as better catch up (ketchup) like hot sauce n***a)
(Free my army, rest in peace my army)
(N***a free Shootah, free 2-11, free Duha n***a)
It's the mothafuckin' gang baby!
[Verse 1: Qua Louie]
Cash out till I pass out
Trynna get a bad house, but now I'm in that stash-house
I'm who these n***as rap bout
N***as sending threats
While my n***as sending mags out
Smoking on that stank, I'm always smoking on that bad mouth
Kick a door, get a whore, she a slore and
N***as better keep up, they afters they my befores
You probably don't get that
2gang, yea I'm with that
Pop a molly, I'm sweatin, break it down like a Kit-Kat
It's that gang shit
No lame shit
And all that dam pain gotta n***a feeling painless
My crown, I obtained it
These haters, I done gained it
And all that fuck shit, boy Qua Louie don't entertain it
Cuz' I'm poppin, she poppin
Totin', I'm glockin
These n***as dick-hoppin, but all that shit stoppin
Yo bitch, she nasty, goddamn that bitch moppin
And bitch I'm so wavy, gotta watch a n***a dive in
N***as hated, we made it, them n***as basic but
Bitch I'm trynna make it, I was just up onnat bracelet
Thinking to myself
How I'mma chew these n***as
Screw these n***as
How I'm boutta do these n***as, pause
Break a n***a jaw, she pullin' down my fucking draws
Suck a n***a balls, I'm in her mouth, like a fucking Hall
Fuck Newark, Fuck sherriff, fuck em!
Boys, moral of the story that I'm always screaming fuck the law
We them fucking boys, yea I go hard boy
Stand tall boy, damn
I could never fall boy
Always like the floss boy
Trynna be a boss boy
Cuz' even when I lose, I could never take a loss boy
Put my n***as on my back
My n***as they totin' straps
You n***as ain't into that, you lose the profit get it back
Smoking onna super sack
These n***as they super whack
Super gat, Splash Brothers splashing, yea I'm super that
N***as better fall back
Qua Louie, I'm all that
Bullet to his head
Pow-pow to his ball cap
Me and Mula splashin' and swaggin, them n***as jackin'
Ballin on em like Madden, no lackin, we steady packin'
Take a trip to Florida, probably fuck a rapper's daughter
Pop a few Roxys'
Then I jump up innat water
The beat I walked down, then I gotta fuckin' slaughter
I'm just trynna make a dollar
Outta mawfuckin' quarter, lotta bars n***a!
(And I'mma fuckin' boss n***a!)
(2Gang man, you already know what the fuck it is)
(N***as better catch up (ketchup) like hot sauce n***a)
(Free my army, rest in peace my army)
(N***a free Shootah, free 2-11, free Duha n***a)