Quan Artest Freestyle

[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 motherfucking cake
I got all this green bitch, I need a rake
Call me a realtor, put you in your 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 cause he’s bald with a fade
You know I’m gonna send a nigga up if he talk down
Fuck a nigga bitch in her ass now my cock brown
Told your bitch put her titties in my mouth she’s my mom now Feeling 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 but while I’m fucking on her friend
Yeah, turn into a monster, call me Bеn 10
Got the bricks in the pot whipping in the kitchеn
I don’t like 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’s your bitch, why the fuck she want a photo?
Pull up in a SRT, got the foe doe
Skirting off in a scatpack ima take your hoe bro

[Verse 2]
Okay, bitch I’ve been doing this for 6 years straight
Feeling like aubrey graham, I’m finna pull up with the drake
I ain’t never going broke that’ll never be the case
I’m the voice little 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 her 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 I’m finna buy a Mac again
My dad told me to do chores, I started packing him
Getting all these racks little nigga I be stacking them
Man I always got bitches in my car, human trafficking
And these niggas say I’m fucking trash “stop rapping man”
My songs may be trash but I got your bitch laughing man
She playing with my balls, she playing with it like tennis
She’s sucking on my cock, she sucking it till I finish
I stick it in fuck her, she’s asking for more inches
I tell her go up in the kitchen and wash the dishes
Yeah she’s blowing me kisses
Getting to the bag I got to finish the mission
Fucking on your bitch and this dick got her twitching
Only make hits little 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
Yeah that boy got crossed like a church
Finna put his ass on a T-Shirt
You better learn
Backwood Russian cream finna burn
Yeah, little nigga this meetings adjourned