Jewels

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Uh, shit real nigga Talk to em.. [Verse 1: Quilly] Uh, uh. These niggas' too kool for school Breakin' all the rules, 5 deep in a squadder, ridin wit a tool Hustlin' for cash, livin' life fast Played the let out on the ave , should of went to class These young girls is rollin' around showing their ass And any young boy wit a check, can prolly smash Slow down fore' you crash, I'm just showin' love Girl, you only 16, you don't know love Used to be a good girl, now you just a hot jawn You don't even listen to your mom cuz your pop gone Your chest gettin' bigger, your thighs gettin' thicker You posed' to be garbed up, you showin' off your figure On instagram, I wonder why he like your pictures All these bad bitches, what happened to my sisters? Soon as I get my money right, I might not never sin Coke price is high, the blocker hotter than it's ever been Free all my niggas' wit life that got them letters in Hold your head til' you see the light; Thomas Eddison Back to back, 2 terms; shout out to the President Back to back, 2 Porsches in front of my residents Shoot first then ask questions,; never hesitant I'm just here to raise hell; flow heaven sent Pounds of the green, keys of the soft Makin' sure my niggas' got the keys to the loft Take em all shoppin', do it all from rap Remember in them days, we used to it off of crack Sleepin' on the floor, fuckin' up my back Now I'm in a King wit your Queen fuckin' from the back Sour is the new coke, percs is the new crack Take a 1,000 pills to the block; run through that Try to teach my young boys, but they think they're grown Until they're cased up, now they're on their own Catchin' wreck for nothin', never comin' home The clubs burnt out, every week, the same hoes Bitch, I'm trapped out, every day; the same clothes Dropped 10 mixtapes, I just change flows Right now, I'm feelin' like the hottest in the U.S., Moncler; Blue Vest, Camero wit the 2s Life gettin' finer, chows and benihanas Furniture for my kid; thousand dollar recliners Snatchin' through the hood, 2 shooters behind us Comin' up, I wanted everything designer My mom did whatever to get it, I thank Tanya Ladder'd up, 45, 40s and Llamas Grass cut, still watchin' them Anacondas Give me anybody, watch me eat em; Jeffrey Dahmer [Ending/Talking: Quilly] Nah mean? Drop some jewels for the youngins' See if they listen to me "Haines Street Hustler 5" Ha, long as I'm alive. This fuckin' money nigga Yeah. Lets get it. J Sparkz, I fuck wit you youngin' You got that heat nigga. Yup Ha, I know, yup, I know