County Boys Quilly

[Hook: Quilly]
I'm a County Boy, I don't trap in the hood
I serve them white boys, then I come back to the hood
She put that coke right on her gums, make sure that package good
I bust that whistle in the air, make sure that ratchet good
And she just might just see me twice if the pussy good
We whip that batter; Mrs. Fields so the cookies good
I got that 40 on me now, I'm like "I wish he would"
Meanwhile we flippin' pills till a nigga good

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Bitch, I'm a County Boy, I hustle in the burbs
I used to have a stack pack standing on the curve
My youngin's trigga finger itchin, waiting on the word
End of the month, it's still poppin' like we on the 3rd
We seein' green off that white boy; Larry Bird
If I don't know your address then you ain't gettin served
I used to sell nicks right on my front porch
Now we sellin' 50's, ain't nobody comin' short
We used to hustle for pun, then got our own spot
He used to chef it for us, now we cook our own rock
And we ain't standin' on the corner cuz the phone pop
Just bought a plastic 4 pound with the chrome top
I treat my man like my brother, like my mother's son
And you know she treat that nigga like another son
Runnin' through this paper, I might need another thumb
Fuckin' the game, it feel so good, I don't wanna cum
We take that trip just to get it, especially if it's more
My players' snort it right in front of me, make sure it's pure
We trappin' hard, night and day, nigga Al B Sure
My white boy said he sick, I say "I got the cure"
If you don't want a 30, then we got the 10's
You tryna get clean, then we got Suboxones
Might get a couple calls for the oxycottons
If you don't pop pills; got the weed and rock in
3 grand, 3 in the mornin', it's rockin'
My players' loyal, they'll wait if it's not in
If it's a good day, they call them by the 2's
If it's a rainy day, then they call them for the blues