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headshots 2.5 freestyle - quilly lyrics

[verse: quilly millz]
you wanna come through north, you gotta pay to visit
pay a toll, top klass couldn’t pay tuition
i’m ‘bout to give him h*ll, six shots give him sh*lls
n*ggas got schooled to the game, (they shoulda been and failed)
f*ck dollaz man i been straight
ayo the .40 barrel naturally hot, shots’ll end h
kaboom, i’m the bomb lil’ n*gga
stop worrying ‘bout ya’ hat and get signed lil’ n*gga
in the booth, all day, wasting time lil’ n*gga
dolla it’s quilly millz, up ya’ grind lil’ (n*gga)
this lil’ n*gga got me mad as sh*t
talking ‘bout me on that dvd, now he on (haddy d*ck)
but i’ma get her now, leave you in that sand man
p*ssy you done did it now, all my n*ggas cannons
yeah, naw f*ck it i’m a go*getter
g*o, g*e, t*t, go get ya’
a and a s, stay with that ar
you wanna make it far, n*gga stay with a vest
if you was at the house, you woulda (stayed in protect)
you’s a pc n*gga, when i spray you get wet
i was on ep two, getting husky
came home you lost shine, this n*gga rusty
pretty boy tryna stunt on camera
young bol dumb as sh*t, pulled his gun on (camera)
i see you drawing with that lorcin, i’m drawing with the tec
my oldhead, woulda smacked you just for drawing on the set
ride with my soldiers so you know that’s major pain man
clapping like thunder, need a poncho when i rain man
reign man, ain’t as hard as i thought
them two*tone durags, we is not in new york
young bol snitching, get that man out of them courts
reed dollaz wear snap caps, green bay snap caps
hit him with that gat, bet that mac spin his (cap back)
you listening like, sh*t he’s vicious
you ain’t a threat, i wrote this sh*t in like 15 minutes
slide down southwest in like 15 minutes
show him how to ball*play, reed dolla bol g*y
he a b*tch, make him strip like night on broadway
and that’s the go*go, n*gga you a h0m*
my block on the [?] so it’s jumping like a pogo
naw f*ck it i don’t wanna stop, ride to the beat
who’s frankie with the grippaz, go and buy him some t**th
f*ck beats man, buy some sneaks
og funny something
this n*gga off and i know he fluffing
i got crash dummies, on standby
waiting to bang out, they ball with them thangs out
reign man on, naw, reign man’s off
how the f*ck you got bodied with a wave cap on?
i’m on the grind here, my man [?] got the nine here
light his ass up like times square
and it don’t matter what i got in the chrome
this n*gga whole style switched when aaron got on the phone
oh what’s up with that boy chico?
i said, ayo, yo
look, i ain’t a top shotta, you get ya’ top shot
bullets in his marrow, barrel smoking like a crockpot
haddy, how you screaming that i’m not hot?
he move a eight*ball a day, screaming that his block pop
come on dog that’s enough of that
i’m wit’ ya’ b*tch, g*spot and she can’t get enough of that
screaming quill that’s enough of that
we could battle all night, have him screaming ‘i don’t wanna rap’
i’m on the block, show you how i flip a bundle scr*p
on the block, knocking off tree like a (lumberjack)
i’m in a lumberjack jacket like deebo
bet the ar move his car like repo
hit him with the pipe, see the light like [?]
harder than the concrete, n*gga ask rico
got a lot of raw and i ain’t worried ‘bout chico
came home four and a half like i don’t*
n*ggas act so tough, ‘til the ac’ roll up
grip the sig split his wig like a afro [?]
plus, oh yeah i f*cked ya’ girl, she gave my cousin swirl
pop fly, i get you banged like a bumpit curl
19, babyface like ‘he’s swell’
stay fly, n*ggas watching me sh*t (like ezal)
it’s only right i get respect
n*gga friday, next friday, (and the friday after next)
i keep a tec, rasheed, catch six you get fouled out
spray the clip like jadakiss my n*ggas wild out
you know my n*ggas [?], f*ck it we chow down
i’m a king, n*gga you a joker you should bow down
money over b*tches, i don’t give them b*tches jack
in the games deuces wild, you think it’s pity*pat
i’m like cut the check cut the deck what’s the deal?
you see me on yo’ corner, ‘yo that’s that n*gga quill’
eat a d*ck, i don’t f*ck wit’ you n*gga
that’s why i limit handshakes, i ain’t trusting you*
i’m living comfortable n*gga, i got connects and clientele
i throw my young bols packs ‘cause i ain’t tryna sell
my block blazing like bonzi wells
i don’t play for portland
i play for keeps so play (extorting)
you own pies i need a f*cking portion
you tryna f*ck with the kid, i can’t have it
f*ck it* ah
the devil out they like what happened to me
it’s like they mad i’m on some sh*t, they should be happy for me
i’m in ya’ local record store, you should be asking for*
i spit it crack so for l’s, i should charge you a g, g’yeah
n*gga who harder than me? p*ssy i’m hard as nails
bend you up like a bowflex n*gga you soft and frail

- quilly lyrics

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