[Intro: Quilly]

Aw! Haha, lets ball n***a. They ain't want me to come back poppin' my shit though (not at all). Nothing can stop me
I'm all the way up!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

N***as' say ''Quilly back", but I never left
This whole summer I'ma draw; Etcha sketch
N***as' up state feel me, I ain't never met
You claim another n***a's work, you ain't never wreck
I'm the future, you're desiigner
The clip fatter than a Panda in this Llama
8ths of that loud shit, 50's of Madonna
Have the smokers stretched out like they sittin' on recliners
Got shot, left the Hospital milly rockin'
Spin them n***as' block, show them how Quilly rockin'
Love fake, hate real when you really poppin'
Them shots make you Harlem shake, have you diddy boppin'
Pull up in a spaceship with the moon people
K clip like a comma, half a moon people
Plastic Glizzy or the chrome 5th, a head shot'll leave you domeless
That rat shit we don't condone it
I gave all my Monclers to the homeless
I'm on some new shit, all pocket blue shit
Valentino shorts, make them hoes Jimmy Choo shit
Them n***as' killed your cuz and you ain't do shit
They shot me, I let the Desi storm on some clue shit
I wouldn't say it was there if it wasn't that
I wouldn't call it straight drop if it wasn't crack
You can keep your vest on, we ain't touchin' that
When I pop, I'm clappin' at your top like jumpin' jacks
I'm out here fuckin' bitches and they fuckin' back
After I fuck bitch, you can have your number back
I sip lean, hit the wood like a lumberjack
I'm Westbrook with the rock, I bring that Thunder back
I'm at the table with Papi, I'm talkin' cane to him
I'm in the office with my doctor, talkin' pain to him
The D's questioned me, I ain't say a name to him
I rather catch a n***a, and put the flame to him
This some calm shit, I'm really bout' to bomb hoe
Colder than Toronto, I'm feelin like LeBron though