Stay Down Quilly

[Intro: Quilly]
In this game, nigga, it ain't what you know
It's who you know. Ha, I know the line
I've been through more shit than a lil bit

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Gotta stay down, gotta make it to the top
Hatin' ass cracker wanna put me in a box
Bail money to the side, you gon' make me call "Shak"
Quilly been hot, bitch, give me my props
I don't want much, but I really wanna a lot
I don't wanna fuck, I just wanna lil top
Man, these hoes can't fit in that drop
All this coke can't fit in this pot
Was a "Pacman", graduated to a dot
Haines Street, I grew up wit the "Have-nots"
Pullin' all nighters just so I can have knots
Made 10 grand sittin' on the back block
33 shots in this lil ass Glock, internet thug, MAC on me; laptop
Fuck a drive by, walk down on you; 2 shots, Q-Pac
Fuck these new rappers, I'm the new hot
All eyes on me, feelin' like I'm 2Pac
Bricksquad, I'ma lose weigh; GuWop
Got the dope fiends shootin' up flu shots
12 rounds on me, I don't care if you box
Coke, new edition; I'm sellin' that Bobby
I got that Whitney right there in that alley
You in your feelings, in love wit a Thottie
I make her wax on, wax off; Mr. Miyagi
Can't come to my house we can't kick it; Karate
I'm sellin' Percs and I work out; Pilates
I make her fuck me and slurp me; Gellati
I make her get my backwood from the Papis
I get my baggage right from the "Ahki's"
I remember when I used to where Tommy
I remember bitches used to walk by me
Now, all of my bitches are bad as Taraji