[Intro: Quily]
Ok, Quilly Millz, New Wave. I'm right in

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Oh nah nah, what's my name?
Gettin' money, give a fuck about what's their name
They say I act hood but my hoods the blame
But I come from the hood, where we push them things
Get high, fried, Haze cook my brain
Rather hopping out the squadder
Or hopping out the range
I ain't dead or change baby, how can I complain?
A couple years ago, I was hopping out the train
Now I'm in the lane doin' 180, it's a shame
Hopping out of S's, lays be the freshest
[?] pray allah send me blessings
I gotta get my momma out the hood
And she stressing
Gotta keep protection, from these females
16 learned a lesson, never show affection
Break them down, I don't fuck around, no foreplay
Early in the morning cuz I came off the porch late
50 of the sour to the face, get my thoughts straight
Steak, Tilapia, Lamb, no pork plates
Waiting till' I hopping out the Lamb with the foreign plates
Speed off, leave n***as' with the poor face (Ewww)
Started off with an 8Ball (Ewww)
Then I had to gain more weight
Headline so I came in the door late
If you want me rap, I need more cake
Ill guy, in the lab; Bill Nye
Married to the game, stack cake real high
Days Inn, bitches never seen my room
Haze in, so we blowing like a Typhoon
Quarter million downloads on the ITunes
Spend money real fast, I'ma die soon
Yeah, you're damn right n***a
I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like n***as

Yeah, I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like n***as
Dam right n***a, I don't sound like n***as

[Verse 2]

What you smoking on? That la la?
Presidential shit; Obama
Get hit with the cannon or the Llama
I don't affiliate myself with the drama
I'm repping Philly the eagles
I trap like its legal
I'm smoking the Diesel, I'm selling Yola to people
I'm bully and broad street
I ain't floating with Sigel
I'm from the gutter
Crack pipes, Dutch guts and needles
No personals, no hickies now
It was fuck me then, you wanna fuck me now?
I came a long way from them dickies now
They used to hate your dog, they Mike Vick me now
Ok, I'm drinking Henny straight
Haze coming through my nose
And I don't do the Rose, I buy it for my hoes
You can smell the aroma coming out the vanilla
Underwear, undershirt, socks lord and Taylor
Make sales for my n***as, pay bails for my n***as
My n***as' Kevin Hart, pin the tail on these n***as'
And when I'm on the 30, I do these n***as' dirty
I kill them, I ain't going back to 4th like a birdie
I'm out here