[Intro: Quilly]
Uh, Yeah, I know I'm late
Fuck it, got a lil' 16 for this


[Verse 1: Quilly]
They told me stop rappin' bout "Oz"
Like they want me back at 8 Ball
They told me stop rappin' bout clothes
I'm wavy, I'm back at the mall
They told me stop shittin' on rappers
I can't, I'm back in the stall
33 shots and I'm clappin them all
I'll spin your block and be back here tomorrow!
N***as' is frauds, even their bitches is off
I just be whippin' the soft
Flippin' and gettin it off
My sneakers is knotty, this is a hobbie, the stu is a potty
I just caught a body, killin' these rappers, call it a homi
Remember me from the DVD, school n***as', no CCP
Gun case down CJC, they want me in HOC
But I rather be on MTV, first class or JET
County boy, no J.O.B., show love, never hate on me!
Rondo, where that 9 at? Don't come through where I grind at
No street fight, mortal kombat, they can't I.D.,
Where his mom at?
I'm the n***a these hoes after, got a stripper bitch
She a pole master, my hitters' rock, their the soul snatchers
Fendi, that's all on my waist, Mayweather fightin' my case
Your bitch must think i'm Young Thugga
Please get the fuck out my face!
On Dek, so I pop shit now, piss test, can't smoke piff now
Good lawyer ain't doin' tick now
I did a couple months like Chris Brown
Back on my shit now, your bitch on my dick now
Have several seats; sit down
Pimp like Money Mike, where was your antennas
Now the money right
Let me do my thing though
Still but Monclers for the spring though
Still hit a n***a up like Bingo
Still talk heavy, n***as know the lingo!
[Ending: Quilly]
Yeah, ain't none of this shit making the mixtape either
That Quilly shit coming soon. Ya' mean?
Shout out everybody that was, you know
Waiting patiently for the mixtape
I ain't even wanna do this beat. I threw shit up on the gram
Everybody wanted me to do this, so, ya' mean?
Uh, Aw!