Lyrics

[Intro: Quily] Ok, Quilly Millz, New Wave. I'm right in [Verse 1: Quilly] Oh nah nah, what's my name? Gettin' money, give a fuck about what's their name They say I act hood but my hoods the blame But I come from the hood, where we push them things Get high, fried, Haze cook my brain Rather hopping out the squadder Or hopping out the range I ain't dead or change baby, how can I complain? A couple years ago, I was hopping out the train Now I'm in the lane doin' 180, it's a shame Hopping out of S's, lays be the freshest [?] pray allah send me blessings I gotta get my momma out the hood And she stressing Gotta keep protection, from these females 16 learned a lesson, never show affection Break them down, I don't fuck around, no foreplay Early in the morning cuz I came off the porch late 50 of the sour to the face, get my thoughts straight Steak, Tilapia, Lamb, no pork plates Waiting till' I hopping out the Lamb with the foreign plates Speed off, leave niggas' with the poor face (Ewww) Started off with an 8Ball (Ewww) Then I had to gain more weight Headline so I came in the door late If you want me rap, I need more cake Ill guy, in the lab; Bill Nye Married to the game, stack cake real high Days Inn, bitches never seen my room Haze in, so we blowing like a Typhoon Quarter million downloads on the ITunes Spend money real fast, I'ma die soon Yeah, you're damn right nigga I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like niggas Yeah, I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like niggas Dam right nigga, I don't sound like niggas [Verse 2] What you smoking on? That la la? Presidential shit; Obama Get hit with the cannon or the Llama I don't affiliate myself with the drama I'm repping Philly the eagles I trap like its legal I'm smoking the Diesel, I'm selling Yola to people I'm bully and broad street I ain't floating with Sigel I'm from the gutter Crack pipes, Dutch guts and needles No personals, no hickies now It was fuck me then, you wanna fuck me now? I came a long way from them dickies now They used to hate your dog, they Mike Vick me now Ok, I'm drinking Henny straight Haze coming through my nose And I don't do the Rose, I buy it for my hoes You can smell the aroma coming out the vanilla Underwear, undershirt, socks lord and Taylor Make sales for my niggas, pay bails for my niggas My niggas' Kevin Hart, pin the tail on these niggas' And when I'm on the 30, I do these niggas' dirty I kill them, I ain't going back to 4th like a birdie I'm out here