[Intro: Que]
Kid Classic
Que
Dawg going on

[Verse 1: Que]
Ayy, us n***as from the north, we like to rob and shit (Fuck shit up)
Splittin' lick, [??] 'till my whole squad was rich (Woah)
Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques
Keep the tool incase I gotta unscrew your shit
Cut these n***as and these hoes on some [??] shit
They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick
That's why I stay close with my dawgs
These white collar crime ass n***as be frauds
I'm quick to [??] all my n***as and ball on a bitch
I'm driving fast, bending corner,s sipping slow on my whip
I keep my hoes segregated , on my Jim Crow shit
And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip

[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n***a
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, n***a
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n***a
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit but a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, n***a
[Verse 2: Que]
I got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer
Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like [??]
And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa
Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber
Bet she ain't like the [??] when I fuck her breasts
Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque
Got her [??] in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain't really luvy-duby
And that's why I chose her
Que killing bitches like he [??]
[??] and I be in a bitch stomach like a [??] (Keep going)
Red got a top like what's in the block
Told you more than once, that I'ma die when they shoot to kill [??]

[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n***a
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, n***a
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n***a
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit but a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, n***a

[Verse 3: Que]
I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just up of
A trick n***a that ain't my cup of tea
On my best day, n***a, you couldn't fuck with me
I'ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep
You could never be a better dawg than me
I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak
Then tell her don't let the door hit you with the good [??]'s picture
Keep a bitch's coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river
Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers
You take the bitch to [??], I take the bitch to [??]
On first string, shootin' three, I'm in the league
I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany's, n***a (Que)
[Chorus: Jzapal]
You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, n***a
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, n***a
You ain't rich, you don't ball, n***a
You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit but a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you a dawg, n***a
You ain't shit, you just a dawg, n***a