[Verse 1: Quilly]
They like "Quilly, we see you ballin"
I used to ride the bench, she used to make me check her
Now, she fuckin' on the strength
My old head hit me wit some work, he ain't see me broke since
I was off but now I got the sauce; J. Prince
Balenciagas on a rainy day, shoot you then I fade away
Ain't no purple so the berry take the pain away
I'm bout to hit a lick and put a brick on lay-away
The dubs look like 50s, the 50s look like I give weight away
Money over bitches, man, these bitches ain't got shit for me
Matter fact, hold this work, buss this script for me
I sold coke in the whole Pennsylvania
The only way I'm sittin' is if they give me a detainee
My young bol will shoot your lights out; no brainer
I tell em spin your block and he gon' draw; no painter
I got a pocket full of new beans, hot wings; blue cheese
Pull up in an all white Audi, it cost 2 keys
FN tucked under my belt wit the 2 cs
Them bitches used to flea me, they ain't pay me no mind
I tried to keep (?) real but today, she got time
Them tables turn, I'm at the kitchen table baggin' a 9
[Verse 2: Chic Raw]
Yeah, (?) wit the double souls
I let you niggas' skinny jean; that young thugga role
I still be in the hood servin' butter rolls
Hittin' Papi for the Re-up like "Wassup wit those?"
Let off a shot wit the ratchet and fell in love with those
Got my foot in the door, I'm bout to shut it close
And, shut the blinds, I want what's mine, the whole enchilada
This purple syrup I'm sippin', this ain't Aunt Jemima
Grams of powder turn you stone just like Medusa face
Prolly charges I caught, I abuse the case
You bout to lose this race, you fuckin' wit a natural sprinter
My game on All-Madden nigga, it's passed beginner
Get passed the winter, make the summer hot as fish grease
The drug landlord, he hit me wit a brick lease
You know a 6 piece, and, I ain't talkin' chicken nuggets
I got that A1 sauce if I don't fit the budget
They like "Quilly, we see you ballin"
I used to ride the bench, she used to make me check her
Now, she fuckin' on the strength
My old head hit me wit some work, he ain't see me broke since
I was off but now I got the sauce; J. Prince
Balenciagas on a rainy day, shoot you then I fade away
Ain't no purple so the berry take the pain away
I'm bout to hit a lick and put a brick on lay-away
The dubs look like 50s, the 50s look like I give weight away
Money over bitches, man, these bitches ain't got shit for me
Matter fact, hold this work, buss this script for me
I sold coke in the whole Pennsylvania
The only way I'm sittin' is if they give me a detainee
My young bol will shoot your lights out; no brainer
I tell em spin your block and he gon' draw; no painter
I got a pocket full of new beans, hot wings; blue cheese
Pull up in an all white Audi, it cost 2 keys
FN tucked under my belt wit the 2 cs
Them bitches used to flea me, they ain't pay me no mind
I tried to keep (?) real but today, she got time
Them tables turn, I'm at the kitchen table baggin' a 9
[Verse 2: Chic Raw]
Yeah, (?) wit the double souls
I let you niggas' skinny jean; that young thugga role
I still be in the hood servin' butter rolls
Hittin' Papi for the Re-up like "Wassup wit those?"
Let off a shot wit the ratchet and fell in love with those
Got my foot in the door, I'm bout to shut it close
And, shut the blinds, I want what's mine, the whole enchilada
This purple syrup I'm sippin', this ain't Aunt Jemima
Grams of powder turn you stone just like Medusa face
Prolly charges I caught, I abuse the case
You bout to lose this race, you fuckin' wit a natural sprinter
My game on All-Madden nigga, it's passed beginner
Get passed the winter, make the summer hot as fish grease
The drug landlord, he hit me wit a brick lease
You know a 6 piece, and, I ain't talkin' chicken nuggets
I got that A1 sauce if I don't fit the budget
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