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[Verse 1: Quilly] Hearing voices from the Devil while I'm tryna Din I can't even sleep, how the hell I dream? Couple 1,000 in the night, that's just off the lean Came home, made a dub, and that's off a bean And my pockets big; it was all a dream Pull up with the ceiling missing, just to cause a scene Flexin' on these bitches like I'm workin' out I ain't workin' out, I'm pourin' purple out Breakin' down a 4, take a circle out It be gone tonight, nigga word of mouth! They say "Quilly cocky", why should I be humble? I just made a killin' off a dope bundle Make her shine the choppa, just to boost my ego Spend a couple racks at Boyd's, money from the eagles White boys with like one of the beatles I'm bout to buy a house as big as Cathedrals I'ma trap star and a porn star F's on my belt look like my report card Driving 20 miles per hour in a sports car When this check clear, I'ma buy some more hard I never gave a fuck and I never will You be cuttin' checks, you be letting Quill Bottles all night, I don't even drink The birdies take a bath in my kitchen sink Got my youngins' in the field nigga major payne Moncler with the hood just in case it rain Moncler with the fur just in case it snow Baywatch ass nigga, you gon' save a hoe Blue beans (On Dek), new camp (gettin money) Quilly eatin' like they gave him food stamps (aw man) Bitch, I shine more cuz i grind more Whole city tryna figure what I signed for
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- Quilly