[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, f**kin’ up my back
Now I’m in a King wit your Queen f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ money nigga
Yeah. Lets get it. J Sparkz, I f**k wit you youngin’
You got that heat nigga. Yup
Ha, I know, yup, I know