[Intro: Quilly]
Yeah, yeah! Haha, yeah
Na na!

[Chorus: Quilly]
I started off in my hood on a curve
County boy, so, I took it to the burbs
Ain't go no picks, your momma could get served
I'm passing tolls, countin' money, sippin' syrup
I ain't gon' lie, man, I started off wit nickels
County boy, took it out of town and tripled

[Verse 1: Quilly]
HI-TECH for the low, I brought that activist back
60 dollars an ounce, 85 for the yak
You sippin' on qualitest n***a, this ain't that
I started sellin' them Percs, that shit move faster than crack
But, them smokers be callin', so, we still go the crack
I went to jail and lost everything
You know Quill got it back
I was in Coatesville, at (?) on the couch
I was servin' them playas, they used to run in and out
I made 30,000 dollars, should of bought me a house
Instead, I bought me car, then, I bought me a Gun
Me (?) kickin' doors, robbin' people for fun
Drove up Wilkes-Barre, I had a hell of a run
You know I love Lancaster, I had a hell of a run
Montgomery County, my n***a (?) on the run
I went to Norristown, that's when Unc put me on
He said "These Nicks right here, but they go 20 a jawn"
I ain't even go to sleep, I was out there draw'n
That n***a gave me his phone, that shit rang 6 in the mornin'
Don't be servin' no new faces, they might be informants
This shit too real, man, I just had to record it
[Chorus: Quilly]
I started off in my hood on a curve
County boy, so, I took it to the burbs
Ain't go no picks, your momma could get served
I'm passing tolls, countin' money, sippin' syrup
I ain't gon' lie, man, I started off wit nickels
County boy, took it out of town and tripled

[Verse 2: Quilly]
Shout out to Berks County, shout out to Bucks County
Shout out to Northhampton, shout out to (?) too
Big ups to Harrisburg and York, PA
I fuck wit em today, they helped me get rid of that "Yay"
They made me step up my hustle
They made me wake up my pack
You n***as' foul in the court room, how flagrant is that?
We get them 30s for 13, I'm chargin' you 30
13 for the ounce, that's right, I'm doin' you dirty
I need that extra for Neimans, I need that extra for Saks'
Even if it was Delaware, you would still get the tax
Got a line on the reggie, we got a line for the sour
We got a dime for the dope, that shit be gone in an hour
Request it man, we got it in, it's rockin' now, it's rockin' in
Every since a youngin', watched my uncle whip; Vitaplan
GMC; Vitamin, crack baggies, wax papers
Got them smokers dieting, in my hood, it's 3 for 10
Whip white like minute rice, yeah, Uncle Ben
All I know is hustle in, they fuck wit us, we fuck wit them
No wholesale, all we know is retail, pound shift from UPS
Faster than an email
I know some grown men that run they're mouth like a female
So, I keep it brief wit em, leave out all the details
I did this trap shit before this rap shit
I still got work coming back bitch!
[Chorus: Quilly]
I started off in my hood on a curve
County boy, so, I took it to the burbs
Ain't go no picks, your momma could get served
I'm passing tolls, countin' money, sippin' syrup
I ain't gon' lie, man, I started off wit nickels
County boy, took it out of town and tripled