Quilly Millz nigga
I'm rapped out yeah
Quilly Millz in the building with the real niggas
Fake niggas take heed to a real nigga
Hottest in the streets that's without a deal nigga
When you get a deal How they gonna deal with you
Bitches never said yes to me now they can't say no to me
She jumping on the dick she ride that stick
That bad bitch controlling me
Know I got that Buddha on
Horseshoes all over me
I'm strapped plus my shooters here
You bitch niggas ain't folding me
Pop guns like New Years
Pop bottles like New Years
And I got that Hermes you got to wait like two years
I'm so wavy that the mall called me
I got the type of dick that make the broads stalk me
Walk in your party bottle service like it's our party
Shipping pepper on the denim got 'em all salty
Five pen on hat fresh pair of Charles Barkley
These niggas cops check for their walkie talkies
Whole nother bankroll nigga different day
I'm trying to kick her out
You just trying to get that bitch to stay
Smoke great get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
Everyday these bitches compliment a nigga lay
It ain't what a nigga say is what a nigga show
I ain't gotta say I'm real niggas know
Bitches feel a nigga ghost I ain't even die
I'm still dripping from the mall I ain't even dry
Me and Gillie forty forty popping spade hoe
Getting major figures kill them with my spade flow
And don't be stepping on my J's hoe
And don't be smoking all my haze hoe
And you keep f*cking with these lames hoe
You could have had Michael Jackson you took Jermaine though
I'm really live and you just alive hundred dollars for my plate
And that's just the sides
Niggas see me in they hood and they look surprised
The party started bitch I just arrived
Fish-bowl no tint bitch
My jean jacket cost Your rent bitch
You should be cutting me a check I'm the shit bitch
I ain't paying for no pussy I'm a pimp bitch
Every night I'm on some burger steak and shrimp shit Benni Hanna Collasal crab with butter dip
You acting Hollywood you on some other shit
Every seven days a nigga in another whip
Every forty eight we was bagging up a brick
And every twenty four I'll be with another bitch
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Quilly Millz nigga
I'm rapped out yeah
Quilly Millz in the building with the real niggas
Fake niggas take heed to a real nigga
Hottest in the streets that's without a deal nigga
When you get a deal How they gonna deal with you
Bitches never said yes to me now they can't say no to me
She jumping on the dick she ride that stick
That bad bitch controlling me
Know I got that Buddha on
Horseshoes all over me
I'm strapped plus my shooters here
You bitch niggas ain't folding me
Pop guns like New Years
Pop bottles like New Years
And I got that Hermes you got to wait like two years
I'm so wavy that the mall called me
I got the type of dick that make the broads stalk me
Walk in your party bottle service like it's our party
Shipping pepper on the denim got 'em all salty
Five pen on hat fresh pair of Charles Barkley
These niggas cops check for their walkie talkies
Whole nother bankroll nigga different day
I'm trying to kick her out
You just trying to get that bitch to stay
Smoke great get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
Everyday these bitches compliment a nigga lay
It ain't what a nigga say is what a nigga show
I ain't gotta say I'm real niggas know
Bitches feel a nigga ghost I ain't even die
I'm still dripping from the mall I ain't even dry
Me and Gillie forty forty popping spade hoe
Getting major figures kill them with my spade flow
And don't be stepping on my J's hoe
And don't be smoking all my haze hoe
And you keep f*cking with these lames hoe
You could have had Michael Jackson you took Jermaine though
I'm really live and you just alive hundred dollars for my plate
And that's just the sides
Niggas see me in they hood and they look surprised
The party started bitch I just arrived
Fish-bowl no tint bitch
My jean jacket cost Your rent bitch
You should be cutting me a check I'm the shit bitch
I ain't paying for no pussy I'm a pimp bitch
Every night I'm on some burger steak and shrimp shit Benni Hanna Collasal crab with butter dip
You acting Hollywood you on some other shit
Every seven days a nigga in another whip
Every forty eight we was bagging up a brick
And every twenty four I'll be with another bitch
I'm rapped out yeah
Quilly Millz in the building with the real niggas
Fake niggas take heed to a real nigga
Hottest in the streets that's without a deal nigga
When you get a deal How they gonna deal with you
Bitches never said yes to me now they can't say no to me
She jumping on the dick she ride that stick
That bad bitch controlling me
Know I got that Buddha on
Horseshoes all over me
I'm strapped plus my shooters here
You bitch niggas ain't folding me
Pop guns like New Years
Pop bottles like New Years
And I got that Hermes you got to wait like two years
I'm so wavy that the mall called me
I got the type of dick that make the broads stalk me
Walk in your party bottle service like it's our party
Shipping pepper on the denim got 'em all salty
Five pen on hat fresh pair of Charles Barkley
These niggas cops check for their walkie talkies
Whole nother bankroll nigga different day
I'm trying to kick her out
You just trying to get that bitch to stay
Smoke great get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
Everyday these bitches compliment a nigga lay
It ain't what a nigga say is what a nigga show
I ain't gotta say I'm real niggas know
Bitches feel a nigga ghost I ain't even die
I'm still dripping from the mall I ain't even dry
Me and Gillie forty forty popping spade hoe
Getting major figures kill them with my spade flow
And don't be stepping on my J's hoe
And don't be smoking all my haze hoe
And you keep f*cking with these lames hoe
You could have had Michael Jackson you took Jermaine though
I'm really live and you just alive hundred dollars for my plate
And that's just the sides
Niggas see me in they hood and they look surprised
The party started bitch I just arrived
Fish-bowl no tint bitch
My jean jacket cost Your rent bitch
You should be cutting me a check I'm the shit bitch
I ain't paying for no pussy I'm a pimp bitch
Every night I'm on some burger steak and shrimp shit Benni Hanna Collasal crab with butter dip
You acting Hollywood you on some other shit
Every seven days a nigga in another whip
Every forty eight we was bagging up a brick
And every twenty four I'll be with another bitch
Writer: Marvin Jones
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