Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quilly, artist - QuillyDate of issue: 31.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Quilly |
| Yeah, flow is silly |
| Nigga all the hoes want Quilly |
| Take a trip to Miami when it’s cold in Philly |
| You can have the Projects I just hopped off a private jet |
| I’m on another level, you still sittin' on steps |
| Quill so great |
| Yeah I know, you still gon' hate |
| I’m at Felipes watching Mr. Chow grill my steak |
| I turned my first down into a Moncler |
| And then I turned my Rolex into Times Square |
| Hang around bum niggas, you gone be off |
| I hang around king pings, Imma be a boss |
| Bring me more mussels I go heavy on the sauce |
| My hoodie cashmere I’m cut from a different cloth |
| She know me by my government and rap name |
| Smokers call me Q, yeah that’s my trap name |
| I used to scramble over beans then the racks came |
| I used to shoot the 38 until the mack came |
| I came up from the seven like a crack game |
| These niggas runnin 'round tellin, playin' rat games |
| I’m at the dealership dropping all change |
| These youngins' going broke tryna buy Balmain |
| First they hate me then they love me again |
| She had a man, now she single so we fuckin' again |
| I change clothes like flows never stuck in the trend |
| I book money up, fuck it up, tuck it again |
| One of closest friends told we don’t speak nomore |
| I rest when I rest in peace I don’t sleep nomore |
| I at an all you can eat so I can eat nomore |
| I’ve been faithful to the money, I don’t cheat nomore |
| They tried to lock me in the cell, put my life in the box |
| But Imma make a few Mil' rather you like it or not |
| I turned the flame up, baking soda, ice in the pot |
| I spent nights on the corner, came back wit a watch |
| I spit crack no baggies all caps for this |
| Show money just to think I used to trap for this |
| Uh shit goofy, my Rolli' like Disney Land |
| I’m from the streets, I used to sleep in my minivan |
| Whippin' grams you only wavy on Instagram |
| I been wavy since niggas was on minute plans |
| You keep talkin' about times is hard |
| You can make time easy go grind some hard |
| When I was locked up, bitches ain’t write no kites |
| I miss Dirt Bike Rell, he was nice on bikes |
| Rest In Peace my nigga Bleak he was killin' em too |
| You be rappin' bout foreigns, I be bringing them through |
| Uh, Just left Barney’s, call freak for a fresh cut |
| Why these rappers keep talkin' bout they next up? |
| I look better dressed down when you dressed up |
| It’s OnDek, you need a G5 to catch up |
| No picks, a bad bitch can get the curve ball |
| Knock a bird off and then burn down birds off |
| I’m tired of killin clubs, got me burned out |
| One night with the gang, now she turned out |
| Hop out the Bentley, hop in the sprinter |
| Got tired of losing, I’m living life as a winner |
| Got tired of oodles and noodles, chicken for dinner |
| They know me in Ruth’s Chris, you a beginner |
| I gotta private school my son cuz I ain’t go to school |
| What the fuck you snitch for when you know the rules? |
| 33 shots in the 57 |
| Boots string hangin' round the Mac 11 |
| Killed my mixtape, intro, outro |
| Horses in the four-door, it ain’t Ralph tho |
| You gettin' money, but you told like Alpo |
| If it’s beef imma let the 40' cal go |
| Red bottoms with the spikes |
| My brother drink purple, no sprite |
| She gave me top, I ain’t even bite |
| I should do it to her friends out of spite |
| You already know what it is man. |
| Keep sleeping |
| Wake the game up. |
| Quilly 2 nigga. |
| What it do, uhh, uh |