Rich Homie Quan - Still Going In lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - Still Going In lyrics]
Yeah, aye, aye
I said they heard that I'm a boss
I gotta motherfucking prove it
Freezer full a niggas, she like "Quan
You the coolest" bitch, you watching me like
A motherfucking movie
I got four hoes a piece in
The pool and my jacuzzi, toothless
Cuz I'm spittin' like a motherfucking infant
Ruthless
Top gone and I'm ridin' on skinnies, Coupes
Her top gone and she
Hidin' behind the tinted, dueces
To them fuck niggas who never
Thought I wouldn't be shit
On some G shit, MOB shit, that Louie V on me
And I keep it like a free bitch
That Glock 40 on me (not you niggas)
And I'm back off in the kitchen
You don't know about it
The pack have 'em itching
Just like poison ivy
I got GPS bullets that will go and find him
Name a nigga better than me
I'm a go and sign him
All my niggas eye to eye, never go behind him
Tell yo ho remind him
Chop and screw rewind him
Okay now, since it's hard to find me
Binoculars see me farther
In trap like a spider
My name should be Peter Parker
Blowing that Mary Jane while
Popping them Green Goblins
Dora hanging off the hinges from
Keeping them fiends knocking
I got ounces in my jean pocket
Thats how we rocking
With a check like Nike I could never Rebok it
If Nard ain't got no more 82
He gone have to ship it
Geometric numbers call me
The math mathematician
I'm a add it, then subtract it
Move the pack in the fastest
Stretch it backwards, like elastic, dramatic
Money convo I can't hear a hater
How could I forget the baking
Soda in the refrigerator
I'm still going in on these nigga's asses
I refuse to grab a pen on these nigga's asses
I got the torch now and I don't
Know if I'm a pass it
I said they heard that I'm a boss
I gotta motherfucking prove it
Freezer full a niggas, she like "Quan
You the coolest" bitch, you watching me like
A motherfucking movie
I got four hoes a piece in
The pool and my jacuzzi, toothless
Cuz I'm spittin' like a motherfucking infant
Ruthless
Top gone and I'm ridin' on skinnies, Coupes
Her top gone and she
Hidin' behind the tinted, dueces
To them fuck niggas who never
Thought I wouldn't be shit
On some G shit, MOB shit, that Louie V on me
And I keep it like a free bitch
That Glock 40 on me (not you niggas)
And I'm back off in the kitchen
You don't know about it
The pack have 'em itching
Just like poison ivy
I got GPS bullets that will go and find him
Name a nigga better than me
I'm a go and sign him
All my niggas eye to eye, never go behind him
Tell yo ho remind him
Chop and screw rewind him
Okay now, since it's hard to find me
Binoculars see me farther
In trap like a spider
My name should be Peter Parker
Blowing that Mary Jane while
Popping them Green Goblins
Dora hanging off the hinges from
Keeping them fiends knocking
I got ounces in my jean pocket
Thats how we rocking
With a check like Nike I could never Rebok it
If Nard ain't got no more 82
He gone have to ship it
Geometric numbers call me
The math mathematician
I'm a add it, then subtract it
Move the pack in the fastest
Stretch it backwards, like elastic, dramatic
Money convo I can't hear a hater
How could I forget the baking
Soda in the refrigerator
I'm still going in on these nigga's asses
I refuse to grab a pen on these nigga's asses
I got the torch now and I don't
Know if I'm a pass it