Stilly Willy

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] I could blow a— (Okay, KMoney), yup [Verse 1: StanWill] I could blow a fifty, you can't blow a five Woke up rich as fuck today, might buy the ho revive Killed the pussy, bet the Perc she popped done made the ho revive See me cheatin', she gon' cry a river, I'm on Ocean Drive She like how my diamonds glisten, bitch, I got all kind of chicken Talkin' all that broke shit through your lips, bitch, I ain't trnya listen New AR with telescope attached, can get him sniped from distance Forty cracked a stilly willy-o, done took a Sprite and mixed it Bro rock Maison off his Christian, but hе atheist Sticked up in that oven mitt, you know wе bakin' shit He like Madden for that sack, you know I play to blitz Ain't 'bout how you fall, it's how you get up when you take a hit [Verse 2: TrDee] This shit get lethal, I can't never leave without my weapon Touch down in the Bay, they treat me just like Stephen Pat Bev', if I see 'em out, I gotta press 'em Step in my closet, I can show you how to do these dresses Shit'll never change, same crew until the end Thinkin' 'bout this shit you did and how I took it to the chin Thinkin' 'bout them lame niggas that be hatin' on the gang How you up some dog shit and you don't even got a chain? I be chillin' at the crib, feet up, not at the club I don't think you really up if you can't show me a dub I don't think you got what it takes, I feel like Simon Cowell They gon' love you when you up, but who gon' be there when you down? [Verse 3: BabyTron] They gon' love you while you winnin', how about during the losing streak? He stealin' everybody sauce, he don't know who to be We'll leave his body in the ditch on a secluded street Young as hell but too schooled, you ever seen a student teach? I'm gettin' bored with the US, I damn near flew to Greece Pull up shootin' in that sleeve like I'm in the hooping team Streets a dirty game, you gotta know the rules extinct Uppin' blues and pink, ask your bitch why y'all got some ruined sheets Stumpin' in that Jag' like Maurice Jones-Drew Dog ain't finna make it far like he put three on two We got tracers in the clip, it ain't no CO2 The block full of zombies, you would think it's BO2, shit [Verse 4: StanWill] Me and bro on doggy head, we like Mitchell and Ness Cuddy servin' junkies, tryna get rich in the 'jects Throw some quick shit at an opp, I could pitch for the Mets Tell 'em princess cut me up at Hutch, I can't get the baguettes [Verse 5: TrDee] I can't see behind the tint because it's five percent She like, "Dee, what's that you wearin'?" I'm like, bitch, that shit Walkin' with some dead niggas, shit, I feel like Rick Gang and them be on some hot shit, so they can't take a pic' [Verse 6: BabyTron] The bullets grazed his hair, we missed his buddy by a sliver Why he actin' like that's ice? That's silver moissanite and glitter Said she sick of losers, bumped into me tryna find a winner Guess it's her lucky day [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam Okay, KMoney I got a hundred-fifty on me, that's pipe money This that you don't wanna start a war, just play it safe money, you know?