[Verse: Quilly Millz]
You wanna come through North, you gotta pay to visit
Pay a toll, Top Klass couldn’t pay tuition
I’m ‘bout to give him hell, six shots give him shells
N***as got schooled to the game, (they shoulda been and failed)
Fuck Dollaz man I been straight
Ayo the .40 barrel naturally hot, shots’ll end H
Kaboom, I’m the bomb lil’ n***a
Stop worrying ‘bout ya’ hat and get signed lil’ n***a
In the booth, all day, wasting time lil’ n***a
Dolla it’s Quilly Millz, up ya’ grind lil’ (n***a)
This lil’ n***a got me mad as shit
Talking ‘bout me on that DVD, now he on (Haddy dick)
But I’ma get her now, leave you in that sand man
Pussy you done did it now, all my n***as cannons
Yeah, naw fuck it I’m a go-getter
G-O, G-E, T-T, go get ya’
A and a S, stay with that AR
You wanna make it far, n***a stay with a vest
If you was at the house, you woulda (stayed in Protect)
You’s a PC n***a, when I spray you get wet
I was on ep two, getting husky
Came home you lost Shine, this n***a rusty
Pretty boy tryna stunt on camera
Young bol dumb as shit, pulled his gun on (camera)
I see you drawing with that Lorcin, I’m drawing with the TEC
My oldhead, woulda smacked you just for drawing on the set
Ride with my soldiers so you know that’s major pain man
Clapping like thunder, need a poncho when I rain man
Reign Man, ain’t as hard as I thought
Them two-tone durags, we is not in New York
Young bol snitching, get that man out of them courts
Reed Dollaz wear snap caps, Green Bay snap caps
Hit him with that gat, bet that MAC spin his (cap back)
You listening like, shit he’s vicious
You ain’t a threat, I wrote this shit in like 15 minutes
Slide down Southwest in like 15 minutes
Show him how to ball-play, Reed Dolla bol gay
He a bitch, make him strip like Night on Broadway
And that’s the go-go, n***a you a homo
My block on the [?] so it’s jumping like a pogo
Naw fuck it I don’t wanna stop, ride to the beat
Who’s Frankie with the Grippaz, go and buy him some teeth
Fuck beats man, buy some sneaks
OG funny something
This n***a off and I know he fluffing
I got crash dummies, on standby
Waiting to bang out, they ball with them thangs out
Reign Man on, naw, Reign Man’s off
How the fuck you got bodied with a wave cap on?
I’m on the grind here, my man [?] got the nine here
Light his ass up like Times Square
And it don’t matter what I got in the chrome
This n***a whole style switched when Aaron got on the phone
Oh what’s up with that boy Chico?
I said, ayo, yo
Look, I ain’t a top shotta, you get ya’ top shot
Bullets in his marrow, barrel smoking like a crockpot
Haddy, how you screaming that I’m not hot?
He move a eight-ball a day, screaming that his block pop
Come on dog that’s enough of that
I’m wit’ ya’ bitch, G-spot and she can’t get enough of that
Screaming Quill that’s enough of that
We could battle all night, have him screaming ‘I don’t wanna rap’
I’m on the block, show you how I flip a bundle scrap
On the block, knocking off tree like a (lumberjack)
I’m in a lumberjack jacket like Deebo
Bet the AR move his car like repo
Hit him with the pipe, see the light like [?]
Harder than the concrete, n***a ask Rico
Got a lot of raw and I ain’t worried ‘bout Chico
Came home four and a half like I don’t-
N***as act so tough, ‘til the Ac’ roll up
Grip the SIG split his wig like a Afro [?]
Plus, oh yeah I fucked ya’ girl, she gave my cousin swirl
Pop fly, I get you banged like a BumpIt curl
19, babyface like ‘he’s swell’
Stay fly, n***as watching me shit (like Ezal)
It’s only right I get respect
N***a Friday, next Friday, (and the Friday after next)
I keep a TEC, Rasheed, catch six you get fouled out
Spray the clip like Jadakiss my n***as wild out
You know my n***as [?], fuck it we chow down
I’m a king, n***a you a joker you should bow down
Money over bitches, I don’t give them bitches jack
In the games deuces wild, you think it’s pity-pat
I’m like cut the check cut the deck what’s the deal?
You see me on yo’ corner, ‘yo that’s that n***a Quill’
Eat a dick, I don’t fuck wit’ you n***a
That’s why I limit handshakes, I ain’t trusting you-
I’m living comfortable n***a, I got connects and clientele
I throw my young bols packs ‘cause I ain’t tryna sell
My block blazing like Bonzi Wells
I don’t play for Portland
I play for keeps so play (extorting)
You own pies I need a fucking portion
You tryna fuck with the kid, I can’t have it
Fuck it- ah
The devil out they like what happened to me
It’s like they mad I’m on some shit, they should be happy for me
I’m in ya’ local record store, you should be asking for-
I spit it crack so for L’s, I should charge you a G, g’yeah
N***a who harder than me? Pussy I’m hard as nails
Bend you up like a Bowflex n***a you soft and frail