You be chasin rappers for a feature
That's some ho shit, you remind me of my fuckin tweaka on some joe shit
Quilly ballin, just sit in the bleachers
$1350 for my sneakers these ain't Jordan neither
I buy Jordans for my son he fresh as Justin bieber
You niggas 30 plus and still sneakerheads
87" uncle trappin till his beeper dead
In the kitchen me and poppy eatin peta bread
Free my nigga filthy rich hope I don't see the feds
So called trappers turn to rappers cuz they phone slow
Ima rapper that just trap and get his own doe
Trynna steal my adlib get ya own flow (own flow)
I do this rap shit in my pj's
Woke up in my flip flops and hit the e-way
Money callin something foreign on my 3-way
Strictly skills when im spittin next to djs
I'm from uptown and I still be with my old team
Countin brand new hunnits spendin old beans
Hottest in the city nigga that's my old dreams
Im bouta start sky diving do some bold things
Rockin Kenneth Cole things
Flow hot from a cold block
Now im walkin in Giuseppes nd they lowtop
Playin Xbox One in the coke spot
I done turned haines st. into "O" block
Ho's wherein buttas niggas wearin uggs now
Niggas is the new bitches, bitches thugs now
Everybody that was sober they on drugs now
Let em tell it every trapper got a bug now and a brick
All the dirty niggas wavy now, I started it
Bitches wanna have my baby now, ain't that a bitch
Where was you when I was in the gym
Trynna get a birdie couldn't get above the rim
Fuck Mike now these youngins wanna be like me
Alexander McQueen skulls on my new T
Balmain jeans and they cost a G
If you believe ya baby father yous a fuckin flea
Crab cakes at buddakan do it for the thrills
She gone bust that pussy open do it for some pills (for some pills dam!)
That's some ho shit, you remind me of my fuckin tweaka on some joe shit
Quilly ballin, just sit in the bleachers
$1350 for my sneakers these ain't Jordan neither
I buy Jordans for my son he fresh as Justin bieber
You niggas 30 plus and still sneakerheads
87" uncle trappin till his beeper dead
In the kitchen me and poppy eatin peta bread
Free my nigga filthy rich hope I don't see the feds
So called trappers turn to rappers cuz they phone slow
Ima rapper that just trap and get his own doe
Trynna steal my adlib get ya own flow (own flow)
I do this rap shit in my pj's
Woke up in my flip flops and hit the e-way
Money callin something foreign on my 3-way
Strictly skills when im spittin next to djs
I'm from uptown and I still be with my old team
Countin brand new hunnits spendin old beans
Hottest in the city nigga that's my old dreams
Im bouta start sky diving do some bold things
Rockin Kenneth Cole things
Flow hot from a cold block
Now im walkin in Giuseppes nd they lowtop
Playin Xbox One in the coke spot
I done turned haines st. into "O" block
Ho's wherein buttas niggas wearin uggs now
Niggas is the new bitches, bitches thugs now
Everybody that was sober they on drugs now
Let em tell it every trapper got a bug now and a brick
All the dirty niggas wavy now, I started it
Bitches wanna have my baby now, ain't that a bitch
Where was you when I was in the gym
Trynna get a birdie couldn't get above the rim
Fuck Mike now these youngins wanna be like me
Alexander McQueen skulls on my new T
Balmain jeans and they cost a G
If you believe ya baby father yous a fuckin flea
Crab cakes at buddakan do it for the thrills
She gone bust that pussy open do it for some pills (for some pills dam!)
( Quilly Millz )
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