Quan Artest

[Intro]
Goofy Ahh Uncle Productions (Aye, ok, aye, ok)
Aye nigga you know what I’m sayin
Niggas say that I fell off, I don't even care
I just do this shit for fun

[Verse 1]
They like “Quan little nigga where you been at?”
Bitch I been counting this mofuckin’ cake
I got all this green, bitch, I need a rake
Call me a realtor, put you in yo place
I hit up your bitch and I go get a taste
And you know that I’m keeping that Glock on my waist
Shoot a nigga in his head, knock off his toupee
Call a nigga JiDion, ‘cuz he bald with a fade
You know I’m finna send a nigga up if he talk down
Fuck a nigga bitch inside her ass, now my cock brown
Told her “put her titties in my mouth” she my mom now
Feelin’ like an A-R-A-B, I’m the bomb now
I’m the bomb cause I’m blowing up again
Got my thumb in her butt while I’m fuckin’ on her friend
And I’ll turn into a monster, call me Ben 10
Got thе bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchen
I don’t likе my bitches white, I like them coco
I dont like my bitches poor, I don’t like them broke hoes
Pull up on a opp, shoot his ass, L bozo
That bitch she looks like a hippo, call her Moto
And I just popped a fucking bean, feel like a cholo
If that really is your bitch, why the fuck she want a photo?
Pull up in a SRT, got the foe doe
Skirting off in a scatpack, take your hoe bro

[Verse 2]
Okay, bitch, I been doing this for 6 years straight
Feeling like Aubrey Graham, finna pull up with a Drake
I ain’t never going broke, that’ll never be the case
I’m the voice, lil nigga, I’ll never be the face
I don’t run from nobody, I’ll never do the race
Got a chopper in the kitchen, know that bitch finna bake
Told a bitch “come jerk on my chicken” like Jamaicans
Told your bitch “put your hand on my spear” like an African
I’m finna take your bitch and I’m finna blow her back again
Feeling like an Apple user, finna buy a Mac again
My dad told me to do chores, I started packing him
Getting all these racks, lil nigga, I be stacking them
Man I always got bitches in my car, human trafficking
And all these niggas say my songs are trash “stop rapping man”
My songs may be trash but I got your bitch laughing man
She playin with my balls, she playin with it like tennis
She’s suckin on my cock, she suckin it till I finish
I stick it in, fuck her, she’s askin’ for more inches
I tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes
Yeah, she’s blowin me kisses
Getting to the bag, gotta finish the mission
Fuckin on your bitch and this dick got her twitchin’
Only make hits, lil nigga, no misses

[Outro]
Leaving that boy on the curb
Them bullets finna make him learn
My niggas pull up on the curb
Like to fuck with these hoes, I’m a jerk
Yeah, and I’m finna buy your bitch a purse
And you know that I’m smoking that purp
Got a Glock and that bitch finna burst
That boy got crossed like a church
Finna put his ass on a T-Shirt
You better learn
Backwood Russian cream finna burn
Yeah, lil nigga, this meeting’s adjourned!
I’m back, niggas