
On Dek Quilly
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[Intro: Quilly]
On Dek! E and Reds wassup with yall
Yall might as well just drop the bag on me. YAMEEN
[Verse 1: Quilly]
My feature price higher than the numbers on the lean
Which means its gonn cost a pint for a 16
Money tall as Jabbar cuz my hooks like Kareem
I seen the pill game turn a boss to a fein
All i see is racks, it was hard to make a bean
To I signed with On Dek bitches treat me like Hakkem
How these niggas dead popped, they just had it all
Man my coke numb ya mouth like ammosul
Im bouta buy a whole brick, bag it all, trap it all
Pocket full of blue faces avatar
Im bout my money straight up like 6 oclock spin the coke counterclockwise then i hit the block
The work floatin on the water like Im skippin rocks
Big or not if they runnin' heads then Im switchin spots
I can hit a chick, hit her mom, and her sister
Im tryna pull up in a rafe wit the big dippa
On the ceiling ask Haines Street I made a killing
Niggas ain't got no aim, they out here killin children
Im on tilt man I play for the skeme team
I got the same Jordans Mike wore on the dream team
Drought nightmares, triple beam dreams
50 k the long way stuffed in these jeans
I want that major league paper Derek Jeter bread
Used to wonder bout the money now I got that pita bread
On Dek! E and Reds wassup with yall
Yall might as well just drop the bag on me. YAMEEN
[Verse 1: Quilly]
My feature price higher than the numbers on the lean
Which means its gonn cost a pint for a 16
Money tall as Jabbar cuz my hooks like Kareem
I seen the pill game turn a boss to a fein
All i see is racks, it was hard to make a bean
To I signed with On Dek bitches treat me like Hakkem
How these niggas dead popped, they just had it all
Man my coke numb ya mouth like ammosul
Im bouta buy a whole brick, bag it all, trap it all
Pocket full of blue faces avatar
Im bout my money straight up like 6 oclock spin the coke counterclockwise then i hit the block
The work floatin on the water like Im skippin rocks
Big or not if they runnin' heads then Im switchin spots
I can hit a chick, hit her mom, and her sister
Im tryna pull up in a rafe wit the big dippa
On the ceiling ask Haines Street I made a killing
Niggas ain't got no aim, they out here killin children
Im on tilt man I play for the skeme team
I got the same Jordans Mike wore on the dream team
Drought nightmares, triple beam dreams
50 k the long way stuffed in these jeans
I want that major league paper Derek Jeter bread
Used to wonder bout the money now I got that pita bread
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