Philly Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Uh, Yeah. This shit feel good We might not double, adlib, none of that Just run straight through this jawn [Verse 1: Quilly] Dope boys tellin' me to rap about the trap Backpackers tellin' me to rap about rap I beat a 4 to 8, I should rap about that These beats is my (?) and these hooks is my snacks I go out of town when the block hot Tap dancing on the work, playin' hop skotch Seat leaned to the back, seat when I'm swervin' All these blue hundreds in my pocket, got me nervous Trigger finger itchin' like I'm percin' Trap so far in the county, I lose service I been the shit, you ain't hearin' me My whole team killin' shit, I'm guilty of conspiracy I'ma die if they give me life I don't gamble so I win when I touch the dice Stuntin' on bummy hoes in my gummy soles Money standing in my pocket, it don't wanna fold Walked to the lot, spin off in a drop 6 months rent in the bottom of this pot Uh, I make it lock, whip whip If you ain't never help me hustle, you don't get shit Wanted to ball but they sat me on them benches I've seen hope, I'm dope like spoons and syringes Don't "Joe" me, "bro" me, you don't know me Hokey Pokey, toaster; keep it closely I'm gettin' money,still hungry like the old me Young boy, your old head prolly owe me Rap corny, I listen to oldies I be chillin' wit niggas' that really sold keys Yeah, I get it for the low but I'ma tax you Go head nigga, put on a show and I'ma clap you It's Quilly, I hope they feel me nigga A philly nigga that really sound like a philly nigga [Verse 2: Spade-O] Yeah, in a world full of silly niggas' Stand up guy, my names worth a milli nigga I had my first brick before you had your first nick When you was gettin' birthed, I already earthed shit What you workin' wit? Traps that I be's in I ain't gotta whole lotta rap this evening MAC start squeezin', nigga I can make it hot Clip hangin' from my waist to my ankle socks I can take a dead strip and I can make it pop I got 98 numbers, ounces 8 a wap Uh, it's the ice cream man, you can fraud all you want But you ain't like me fam Got the big face rollie and the Ice my band Rumor has it, that the FEDS wanna indict me; and? I ain't gon' take no deals, hey, Mr. President Hope ain't ever paid my bills.' Nothins' like the smell of coke when you crack that seal And you know it's that fishcale Still scrappin' the pot till' my wrist swell A lotta niggas' done it but not many did it this well Uh, some say I'm a one of one Listen up, this is G-Shit 101 You still doubt me? Really nigga? How I walk, how I talk Everything about me is Philly nigga