[Verse 1: Quilly]
Fish Scale on the Block we Goin Fishing
Ain't nothin on it though the work skinny-dippin
Put it in the pot call it synchronizing swimming
Next Day 20k bussin out My Linen
I ain't got this Glock for nothin N***a I Send dem
All these bad Bitches get curved after i bend dem
N***as think they fuckin wit Quilly it ain't there though
These n***as you think thurl they all weirdos
I get a baldy kill you let my hair grow
I stand in the Field by myself like A Scarecrow
I used to fronted stack packs bringin nickel packs
Now I send n***as Outta town bring me triple back
Yea! I made myself a boss
I used to want lo but i settled for lacoste
Doctor give me lean, I make myself cough
I ain't know how to pitch I made myself tall
If I get the drop you get sent to the sky
I send n***as in ya crib Xfinity Live
Fake trap n***as talkin bout flippin dem pies
They ain't even touch pastries Im sicker than lies
I gotcha bitch at the loft slidin dick up her thighs
These bitches givin up the puss They shoulda listened to Piles
N***a you Rue Paul I can see the bitch in ya eyes
Remind me of Bruce Jenner Just A bitch in Disguise
I make a smoker wipe my wheel off, give em advice a .20 piece then i Peel off
If I'on owe my publishing I cut the whole deal off
Just left Phlipe's and i Knocked my whole Meal off
Quilly Eatin good no more PB&J'S
Them labels knockin on my door cuz they Seee the Wave
Im gettin paid for the walkthrough
My shooter gettin paid for the drive by
I told this bitch jump she said " how high" ?
My n***as smokin on Ivory like How High
My face on the bus see me every time you look up
Billboard fox 29 these n***as shook up
Read between the lines n***a scared to pick a book up
Coke so good you get high from the cook up
N***a we can go to war like Afghanistan
Ciroc lifestyle but I came from Amsterdam
I carry tools like a handyman, Spin ya block with all my cousins in a family van