I Ain’t Mad At You Quilly (Ft. Jay Marie)

[Intro: Jay Marie]

I ain't mad at you, no
I ain't mad at you, no
Why you mad at me?
Why you mat at me?

[Verse 1: Quilly]

I keep droppin' back to back cuz the fans want me
I rap and trap, I just want my bands husky
I ran off on the plug, now he can't trust me
I gotta line on the loud, crackers can't hush me
I got my hands on that white boy; Sandusky
I'm too legit to quit, haters can't touch me
My raps coming like Revelations, you can't rush me
Own a 100% of my publishing, you can't fuck me
Fuck it, my feature price out your budget
My flows mean, I mix it clean wit (?)
I got so many beans in my jeans, I can't tuck it
I can eat Felipe's for weeks, nigga it's nothin'
Medallion cut steak, Lobster cake wit the stuffing
Chicken sauteed, she keep askin' me for Nuggets
I should of left your ass in the hood and let you struggle
My youngin' on them Footballs, waiten for you to fumble
Quilly been wavy, them bitches follow the puddle
My 50s fell in love wit the 100s, I let em cuddle
I'll rob my pop before I see my mom struggle
I seen a bird fly, I seen a 9 bubble
2 Ninas rockin' your boat, they're not Aaliyah
My lil cousin (?) wit the shit like Diarrhea
White Jag, Black insides; Jungle Fever
Shots leave you Holy like Yeezy season; no Adidas
Compact 40, 30 in this big pound
Poppin' like Chris Brown, then I split; James Brown
Quarter brick, I'ma need a 1,000 baggies
You'll be lifted like a Uber and be higher than a Taxi
Niggas' hatin on me? I ain't mad at you
When them shots Kriss-Koss, you'll be ass backwards
Haha, I just left at you
I saw my ex lookin' stressed, threw some cash at her