[Intro: Quilly]

These n***as' wanna keep saying my name
Fuck these n***as'! keep my name out ya'll fuckin' mouths!
I'm gettin' this fuckin' money n***a! I'm the hottest in the city!
"Quilly this, Quilly that", ya'll n***as' sound like bitches n***a!
Get some fuckin' money n***a! Worried about me
100 boottles in the club, I don't even drink n***a! Throwing all that money in the club, ask them strippers! Buss down this, buss down that! Foreign this, foreign that! On Dek ENT n***a
Get your money up! We the only thing they talkin' bout!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

When you in the mix like me, they suppose to hate you
Posted 50k on my page to motivate you
Get it like (?) or perc 30s & Maple
Whatever it take to get that paper like Staples
I'm too wavy for this shit
Droppin' every week, n***as' waitin' for the diss
Gettin' show money, couldn't pay me for a diss
Calmed up, waitin' till it's 80 on the wrist
Did powerhouse and turned myself back in
Went to court at 9:00, I was out by 10
Old rappers keep talkin bout way back when
I'm hot right now, I wasn't born way back then
These new rappers like Timbs that I gotta break in
Glorify all my losses and hate my wins
Show a n***a love then you on some joe shit
Don't show em love, then you on some hoe shit
I'm here now, I don't care who you go get
Or about your block or who you roll wit
Your CO-D a rat, that's the one you told wit
I should spin your block and give you the whole clip
Hurt like hell, n***as' ain't worth my shells
I just eye ball the work, you ain't worth my scale
I ain't flop yet, n***as' said I'm not gon' sell
That's like a brick wit nothin' on it and think it's not gon' sell
Ya'll n***as' hate me, fuck ya'll, I hate ya'll too
Bo Jackson wit the raps, I play baseball too
Spray the K like a Nazi, bring Adolf through
Hate when a n***a try to stunt and he ate off you
Your women crush Wednesday, my throwback Thursday
I ain't pickin' up for nobody, this my curve day
Muslim, but I gave them Turkeys out on bird day
Might just violate, go to (?) for my birthday
When I came home, all my hoes said they missed me
Washed up rappers in the city wanna diss me
I'm too clean and crispy, Moncler, Givenchy
F's on everything, rest in peace to my dickies
On Dek ENT, team stronger than Whisky
Can't be lookin' for me, we in the same city
N***as' wanna war wit no money for bond
We can go band for band, all that money was mine
I'm always killin' shit, not just some of the time
I believe half what I see, none of your rhymes
You might here me on 99, Cosmic Kevin
Kill you on some old shit, boom 107
I don't wanna hear no killa shit, all this Gorilla shit
N***as' lookin' bummy, hit the mall and the dealership
When I went to jail, I was the shit and I'm still the shit
It was my summer and this Winter, I'm killin shit