Trapper Rapper Quilly (Ft. Spade-O)
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[Chorus: Quilly]
Bottles all night, I don't even drink
Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink
Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope
Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke
Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back
Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped
No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that?
No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?
[Verse 1: Quilly]
First and last name, why you tell em that?
Pookie runnin' to me like I'm sellin' crack
You don't even hustle, you just hold the pack
Brand new "K" wit the shoulder strap
Know where his momma stay cuz you told em that
My hitters goin' in, they ain't holdin' back
Pocket full of 100's like I'm sellin' dope
Smellin' like the sour, I don't even smoke
A lot of niggas' told cuz they couldn't wait
They sat me in that room but I didn't break
Bitch, I'm not a rapper, most these rappers fake
You think I'm a trapper cuz I'm gettin' cake
Servin' niggas' in the county, servin different states
If it's all love, why do niggas' hate?
These bottles for the hoes, I don't even drink
I'm just tryna drain a 4 in the kitchen sink
Bottles all night, I don't even drink
Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink
Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope
Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke
Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back
Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped
No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that?
No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?
[Verse 1: Quilly]
First and last name, why you tell em that?
Pookie runnin' to me like I'm sellin' crack
You don't even hustle, you just hold the pack
Brand new "K" wit the shoulder strap
Know where his momma stay cuz you told em that
My hitters goin' in, they ain't holdin' back
Pocket full of 100's like I'm sellin' dope
Smellin' like the sour, I don't even smoke
A lot of niggas' told cuz they couldn't wait
They sat me in that room but I didn't break
Bitch, I'm not a rapper, most these rappers fake
You think I'm a trapper cuz I'm gettin' cake
Servin' niggas' in the county, servin different states
If it's all love, why do niggas' hate?
These bottles for the hoes, I don't even drink
I'm just tryna drain a 4 in the kitchen sink
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