Qua Louie - Lotta Bars lyrics

[Intro] It's the mothaf**in' gang baby! [Verse 1: Qua Louie] Cash out till I pa** 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 who*e, 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 sh** No lame sh** And all that dam pain gotta n***a feeling painless My crown, I obtained it These haters, I done gained it And all that f** sh**, 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 sh** stoppin Yo b**h, she nasty, goddamn that b**h moppin And b**h I'm so wavy, gotta watch a n***a dive in n***as hated, we made it, them n***as basic but b**h 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 f**ing draws s** a n***a balls, I'm in her mouth, like a f**ing Hall f** Newark, f** sherriff, f** em! Boys, moral of the story that I'm always screaming f** the law We them f**ing 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 f** a rapper's daughter Pop a few Roxys' Then I jump up innat water The beat I walked down, then I gotta f**in' slaughter I'm just trynna make a dollar Outta mawf**in' quarter, lotta bars n***a! (And I'mma f**in' boss n***a!) (2Gang man, you already know what the f** 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)