Wavy Like Us

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Uh, uh, yeah Quilly Millz baby, 808 Ace on the track Yeah, I'm right in tho, I'm rapped out [Verse 1: Quilly] Uh, top floor, I was just on the top tier Eatin' top Ramen wit my celly on the top bunk C.O. bitches on my top, but I'm just tryna make it home And make it to the top We ain't used to have a little cuz we never had a lot To top it off, shit, I ain't have a lot My mom is like my dad, it's like I never had a pop And I was militant, nigga's never had the drop Uh, make it pop outta no where, right where your block at Pull that white out, minus the wine and the top hat Low top Pradas, bitches askin' where my socks at I'm from the projects, jhere you come up off rock at Serve your Grandma, just don't tell the cops where I'm at 9/10 Haines & Morton; that's where I'm at Middleman? Nah uh, nigga where the line at? We used to street fight, grab the tech for Mortal Kombat I'm ridin' wit a sister, she bad like Jasmin I'm praying 5 times on a rug like Aladdin Cuz everything that happen, Allah already willed it You got a whole banana clip but you don't ever peel it Money tall as Gary Coleman; "What you talkin' bout Willis?" Huh? You ain't talkin' bout nothin' You on Turkey time but I'm the one with the stuffing On a Stove top makin' somethin' outta nothin' All I give em is pain; been through that Give em street shit, I'm in the same place that you at In and out of town; get around like a crewneck Yola straight drop, fiends ask "why you do that?" Hottest in the city but you already knew that Young fly Uptown nigga, where the loot at? And I got shooters out west where the zoo at Ridin' even if I gotta boot and two flats Whippin' up Vanilla baby, Ice Ice My youngin' caught two bodies, they gave him life life I'm in the County wit the white white Bob Barker, I'll bring it to you if the price right I ain't never tell, that was never in the plans I will never fold man, I put that on the stand Louie Domeier, got it lookin' like the Vans You ain't gettin' money cuz you never took a chance Focus on this money, far as women, I just glance Sour diesel smoker; paid a nickel for them grams Diesel on them Denims; paid a nickel for them pants You never ever thought I had that pistol in my pants Aw, I'm rapped out, you heard the "New Wave IV" I got the city on smash, they say that "you that boy" I'm bout to kill this summer like I ain't do it before She keep actin' brand new like we ain't do it before Man, you know you know, how you story goes Downloaded my style, even bought my flows Yeah, I played the block, up and down them roads I can get in to details but you know, you know