Quilly | Funk Flex | #Freestyle062

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[Verse 1] If I ruled the world, I'd lower the coke prices Raise the welfare, and lower the perc prices You can pay for a feature even though the flow priceless Whole team Muslim, we at war like ISIS 300 Deep, I'm the leader, Leonidas I talk heavy, my mouth dirty, gingivitis A party for the real niggas, ya'll not invited He gettin' money but he a rat, ya'll bitches like it One nigga break ya'll heart, ya'll bitches dyke it Powder from Columbia, the sour came from Dyckman I gave 'em the plain Jane Rollie, no icing Do the right thing with the red bottoms and spiked it Helly Hansen on like i'm bout to go hiking So wavy, Laila Ali, your hoe fight it Thinking should she fuck me or you, indecisive Thriller when I get on the mic but I ain't light-skin Moonwalk all on the track cause I'm the nicest Streets cold, Minnesota Viking, it's biting Internet Gangsta, you gon' kill me with the typing Iron on me, I ain't fightin', I ain't Tyson Quilly, Q-Pac, don't forget to put the hyphen ... I must be exciting! Coke in the Pyrex pot, drop the ice in Break the whole Patti pie down, get to slicing With my new new bitch skating in the rover I'm hot now, I give them bitches the cold shoulder Never let a side bitch break your house hold up If she cross that line, then it's over I dump my shot, then I'm chasin' it with Folgers Still high from last week, I'm never sober Drop a whole dot in the pot, them bad boulders I fucked your girl and her friends, you told her I'm gettin' more money than you, you older You call that nigga your old head, that nigga owe us Real ain't what about you say, it's what you show us Every Friday, I touch hills and shoulders Bullets shampoo, they hitting heads and shoulders Shoot your lights out like Kobe, niggas' cobras Paperwork clean, you can check my whole folder I don't even club unless they put me on the poster 55 bottles, why the fuck I need a coaster? I don't even drink, I'm just standing on the sofa I don't make it rain, every dollar go to Sosa 8th of Hi-Tech, fuck around and need a..uh Your man, he the shooter, you just hold the gun holster Bitch nigga wouldn't pop bread out the toaster Fuck her in the car, treat the hoe like I'm suppose to Led her ride me, great adventure, roller coaster We can be friends after that, nothing closer 29, give them calm linens with the loafers You do it for the radio, I do it for the culture Killing these rappers, eat their corpse like vultures I'm a king, I'ma hit your Queen, I'ma poke her On the strip, you ain't play your cards right, joker You hang with a rat, I rather chill with my smokers Drop it to the oils like Cappuccino Mocha Got a bomb on me right now, I'm a soldier Frank Lucas work, I ain't tell but I told you Dope with the Pepsi stand, minus the soda Juice in my sprite, pot full of Coca-Cola Get my scripts from Dr. Pepper, I'ma flex her Hundred dollar Phantom, 4 O's, nothing lesser Pulled up in an Audi, pulled off in a Tesla Dope fiends leave the traphouse on a stretcher I lost a calm 8 but I'm still 7 up, I really leveled up Ya'll done woke the devil up So, I'ma give them hell, fuck it, I'ma break the scale Put a quarter in the water, it bubble like Ginger-Ale! My phone pop, I don't play the block I'm at the sugar house bussin' traps while I play the slot Pass the rock off to my youngin', I just coach it The type of grams I put together, I can't post it I got a fat bitch, I don't fuck, I just milk her I keep it a bean, I ain't never had a filter I turned a bum bitch to a bad bitch, built her She went left, I took her right back, killed her The grind like a goldmine, lucky charms in it Over the pot, Vince Carter, put my arm in it Trap do the pussy so I'm going hard in it White came back tan, I Chico DeBarge whipped it! From a hole in the wall and pussy hard ways I break a dot down I'm giving them all trays I let a quarter boil for change like arcades When the whistles cutting like clippers they all fade Team Militant we giving out bald cuts I trap inside of delis ain't selling no cold cuts That work Krispy Kreme we whipping up doughnuts A nigga sad he fucked my bitch so what? I make your bitch trip, bust traps and hold nuts Rap turned to wrestling these niggas is Golddust My eye on the dollars them haters in my peripheral I rap trapping and getting that workout like ellipticals High as Ray Charles I could never pass the physical Two twisters like Sister Sister they identical I feel like I'm the hottest since Pac died For the chicken we coming with drums like Popeye's Oils, racing to the block like Mach 5 I shot three beams, sip lean 'til i'm cockeyed Bunch of snakes in the grass you gotta watch guys Hop and turn around give you a hot.. mm I got my chips up chop be selling like hot fries You home girls are on my home boys ah ah Them onions smelling like Funyuns I'm cooking dumplings I let the cheese grow in my pockets it growing fungus His and her roles, cheddar sour cream Ruffles Lumberjack jacket I'm wavy as Paul Bunyan The thing is out we done bang out, Paul Walker My team all clappers you niggas is all talkers Flow is out of space y'all rockin' leave the earth you 4 in the morning the clip hanging past curfew Dimes like 20's the 20's like 50's The 50's eight ball same color as Lil' Bibby Quarter brick is sizzy break it down to Rice Krispies Jam Master Jay runnin' your house like I'm Biggie, uh Coke on the digi residue on the floor I was on house arrest selling crack on my porch, I got Million dollar schemes and hundred dollar habits You spent your re-up on tricks you silly rabbit My bitch thick as shit all she eat is rice and cabbage Two stepping on the dance floor cause I don't dab it My niggas ain't gotta steal from me cause they can have it If one of you niggas steal from me I'll let 'em have it Ooh, pussy I let 'em have it The eagle hanging out the Jag, Donovan Mcnabb it My bitch swipe for me y'all get wavy off of plastic Selling crack out the Ziploc no time to bag it My pop was an addict my mom still an addict I wake up 10 dimes missing that shit tragic Build a house in Lower Merion next to Kobe pop SK big as my son minus the shoulder stock My phone pop they wanna send me to prison Like my plot do to pussy in a conjugal visit In the new machine come talk to me like Michael Kidd You let 'em niggas kill your dog, Michael Vick TEC with the cooler on it, a FN with the ruler on it Rules to the game I could school ya on it I spin the coke in the pot counter clockwise Hit it with Ciroc watch it bubble like peroxide I'm down the bottom but this all from the top side She was thinking Benihana's I was thinking Popeye's She thinking dine I'm thinking wings and hot fries You thinking 62 I'm thinking more Glock 9 What's so special about your 38 to this Glock 9 I raise hell no matter where or who the devil Move smooth with the Ruger metal King Joffrey Joe with the ruby bezel pound of the fruity pebbles If she leave will your hoe come back? I'm where about, when I grab will the coke come back? Put crumbs to the side maybe loafs come back So the next time I grab maybe boats come back I got high, I don't wanna get high no more I got fly, I don't wanna get fly no more Shoot you 33 times you can't die no more I close shop at certain times you can't buy no more O's like Krispy Kremes I just fried some more I ain't looking for no love I just find some whores to make her Shine and shop and then shine some more Kick her out on Sunday hope she find the Lord, Flex Kick her out on Sunday hope she find the Lord Niggas is singing Amazing Grace on me Fatigued Roger flop I bathing apes Chase the high, lord, you niggas chase the taste I don't trust you over the phone better face to face my lawyer David Blaine, my case erased Hawaiian Punch spiked, Kool-Aid grape, ahead of my time I bomb rappers two days late, my J's Two weeks early, fuck release date I skate on these hoes like Wayne minus the Trukfit Getting back rubbed, dick sucked and my nuts licked You top 5 shouldn't even be a tough pick If I ain't number one you deaf, blind and dumb, bitch Fuck who you come with, is bout who you run with Whoopi Goldberg dreads all black nun shit Asked her cause you pump shit Riding in a foreign, I throw you in the front of the car, that's the trunk bitch Fuck being smart broke, let's get dumb rich Whipping up the white until it turn into Sunkist My son is 7, my trap is 7 Eleven My bitch get on my nerves I need an Excedrin Beat you the fuck up no need for a weapon My smokers get they rocks and roll like Led Zeppelin Check your bitch before I check your pitch Connect in a step I got checks to get I flex in V.I.P bottle service section bitch Straight out of Section 8 ain't for extra shit Never broke if I break Imma make it work Paid in full like Rico before they pay for work Knock the powder off, dope and sour off Put a number on your head they hit you like the Power Ball Wish I could smoke but I can't so I'm pill popping Cartier, Mr.Roger Coogies word to Bill Cosby Wish I could smoke but I can't so I'm pill popping Cartier, Mr.Roger Coogies word Bill Cosby Still cocky, run Philly nigga I'm still Rocky [Verse 2] I'm at the top floor looking down Thinking, should I shit on niggas that ain't hold me down? Look at me now, fuck niggas let 'em hold around When you wavy as Quilly you ain't supposed to drown When your heart full of anger nigga you supposed to frown Banging out my baddest bitches gotta show and tell I'm driving all the hottest whips I was in them squadders Do the Maison Margielas like I did the Pradas Fucked up boyfriend, great baby father I used to overthink my dreams like they was never real I took that shit from Haines Street to Beverly Hills Shopping at the Beverly Center Fuckin' bitches named Beverly, purple heavenly Seein' shit I ain't never see This bitch told me she loyal I said you better be Cause the minute you ain't you won't be next to me Truck full of dog food Pedigree, overweight lever In the trap moving Heavy D Money for a rainy day So when you niggas throwing shade I just fade away I just fade away Take your trip like fuck it, take your bitch Or take the chip MJ rings I'm taking 6 uh Pack so loud you can smell it thru compressors Word straight dropped it was cook by professors Pepsi pints nothing more nothing lesser Racks in my pocket and that plastic getting dresser Got your city on fire go get on the roll This shit bigger than your block go fuck up the globe Tone told me stay focus Quil get in ya mode My life a movie sit back enjoy the episodes Less niggas extra hoes you hanging with Mr. Cooper Me and who's blowin' hookah, got a stylist and a booster My mom I salute her, couple whores that will line you Some cousins that will shoot ya with them ladders like a roofer We got Whitney and Bobby, meet me in the lobby The perc still popping cause my brother Pill Cosby Steaks from Del Frisco, still go to Max's Balenciaga sneakers I treat 'em like Air Maxes Therapeutic King Size from a Air Mattress Your pop was a rat, that make you a rat bastard I cleared a cool 25 grand off of verses Goyard Dad hats, I'm cool off the purses Script from my doctor, I'm cool with the nurses Ride my own wave, Quilly still above surface Give a smoker a free rose with each purchase Chicken on me with the biscuit, word to churches If your man ridin', ya'll get back to back hearses I want a big bag, Tory Burch and Birkin I be in the county, triple double, I'm stretchin' And I'm still cool in the jets, George Jetson Smokers get their rocks and roll, Led Zeppelin I tap dance all on a pack, two steppin' Flush all the marijuana and bury the YAY Take my team to the ship, Quilly, Curry & Klay 30 milligrams of the molly cut 30 milligrams of the Oxy cot I got the soft and I got the rocks Make a smoker walk 8 miles, Papa Doc She gon' fuck me on the strength and nothing less She gon' fuck you on the strength you cuttin' checks You get the whole magazine, bullets is double X Belt with the double F, Penfield bubble vest Hopped out the SS and hopped in and Audi I'm countin up schmoney and my rebels is rowdy I ain't throwing shade but your chain is cloudy You can't even say the word wave without me Low top arenas, ripped up subpoenas I stopped washing clothes, take my drawers to the cleaners