Que Dogg - For The Record

You can't talk about some money if you niggas broke still
Dog talking like he a savage nigga lets be for real
If it's beef we don't have to meet
You'll be deceased for real
You use to be hoe back then
Boy you a hoe still pussy nigga get real
See niggas bogus fuck covid I been ill
Like a fiend for the chicken, scratch yeah I mean scrill
Ballin ain't a crime I ain't lying this shit takes skills
Grinding my ass for this pape
I'm on a roll still
I just want to win lil dog and it is at will
You can sit your ass don't move your feet you gone be broke still
Should've Would've Could've
Ass nigga waiting on hope still
I tried to save niggas but I guess they need a boat still
You niggas steady grinding hard
For the hoes ugh
Steady talking cheese nigga please get your pape up
Solid nigga to these niggas they better shape up
You thinking that these busted hoes gone love you, you better wake up
The drac hit you in your shit forensics pick your face up
Shot to the gut bitch get pumped get your weight up
Dick sucking ass niggas gone hate us cause they ain't us
And fuck these bitch ass niggas they been hate us, niggas ain't us
These niggas I ain't worried too much about em
A few shots from this banana clip with his Mellon right behind him
This Chop holding a hunnit so you know I'm tryna slide him
Feed him one then he done Jay Z with 99 problems
If we talking about some money I can teach you how to find it
Niggas capping a lot I'll advise these niggas stop it
My wave been so nasty with these currents there's no stoppage
Most niggas believe they bussin but ain't never had shit popping
I ain't into all the talking If I point somebody dropping
I just be chilling for real so you know im really vibing
Laid back like a lazy boy bitch and I ain't talking reclining
I be silent I ain't lying get activated when it's come to violence
Never been that type of nigga to look for trouble doe
And I kept the shit a thousand on my end just to let you know
It's just business lil hoe don't take it personal
I got no friends in the end only dividends
Got my pape on my own nigga no middle man
Better yet these niggas middle mans of a Middle man
Niggas ain't gang unless I brought them in
It's Steph and Klay with them straps they looking like who really let them in
Niggas ain't shooters these niggas barely Kris Middleton
Fell off and bounce back now I'm on 10
If it don't make bands then it don't make cents
Niggas talking out they asses swearing that they make sense
Playing hard but you pussy dyke niggas make me sick
Thanos with the gauntlet lil boy dont get me pissed
Bob Lee Swagger if I up this bitch I will not missed
If you move ima hit you wit two You bet not flinch
Let me kick this shit right cause ain't no nigga out here fucking with me
Talking bar for bar line for line but it no junkies with me
I don't rock with yes mans don't need no flunky with me
Here come Q you know what to do move your feet quickly
Won't hesitate to rearrange your face let me get you sitchy
What its a problem lil boy you better not get bitchy
Other than a glocks
Hold… Yeah!
My personalities here switches
This shit ain't on me lil hoe you know this shit is in me
Keep shit a hundred around here nigga so please don't come 50
Thirty stick up in your shit well my shit holding 50
I'll get rich or die trying got a nigga feeling like 50
I can teach you how to rob but I don't need you rolling with me
No Many Men I be solo my bitch be rolling with me
So much tint, no fish bowl, you don't know who's rolling with me
Oh that's your mans I understand then catch some holes with him
Don't ask me about shit I don't know who hit them

Written by:
Quincy Davis

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