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top carrier - quilly lyrics

[intro]
yes sir (ah)
you understand me? (turn me up, turn me up, i got ’em)

[verse]
quilly keep gettin’ better and better (i am)
in my prime, b*tch, i feel like mayweather
i ain’t battlin’ wit’ conor mcgregor (i’m not)
runnin’ sh*t, quilly nebuchadnezzar (hahaha)
think they f*ckin’ wit’ me, they could never (never)
n*ggas light, i’m too witty and clever (i’m smart)
wrote this sh*t with some ink and a feather
wrote this sh*t in the back of the tesla
how the f*ck i’ma battle a wrestler? (how?)
but it’s cool, he gon’ leave on a stretcher (stretcher)
don’t be comin’ for me uncle fester
type of b*tches i f*ck, you could never
these amiri, professional dresser
half a brick and some ice in my dresser
i be doin’ the most, not the lesser (check)
my phone rockin’ and rollin’ off hard
chasin’ [?] but they be dancin’ wit’ stars (oh)
holdin’ d*ck and jugglin’ b*lls
[?] they softer than chico debarge
glizzy on me, i’m takin’ the charge (ah)
how you go from minaj to milano? (dummy)
homicide, n*ggas die by mcdonald’s (die)
martin luther meek, ronald mcdonald
farrakhan when i solve all the problems (he a turkey)
nelson mandela, panic and watch ’em
we was outside an old smelly condo
my young boy had to rock it like rondo
we will beat down your block like a congo (you know that)
where the f*ck is [?] when you need him?
they gon’ have to team up to defeat ’em
only wanted me, they got a three ’em
if meek don’t wanna ball, who gon’ dm?
how the sin of city, n*ggas know that
put some red on your body like kodak
randall cunningham, c*ck it and throw that
we ain’t got no revolvers like kojack
weak maleek, the whole south philly know that
b*tch, my block and my body, you know that
i was all down the [?], you know that
you was never uptown and you know that (facts)
can’t come around, you a target out here
i play the field like a garden out here
most of your people still starvin’ out here
quilly went marvin, a martian out here
i’m in machines, ain’t no walkin’ out here (not at all)
yeah, how you catchin’ these bullets like julio?
drinkin’ tec, what the f*ck is don julio?
suckin’ d*ck, you don’t even know who to know blow
n*ggas had the frog eyes in the studio (b*tchin’)
fried like the pack right now
quilly on fire, we’re on set right now
but i got cuh smokin’ on packs right now (oh)
my flow on a whole ‘nother echelon (turn it up)
[?] don’t fall like a leprechaun
juicy went and signed ab, you ain’t let him shine
we could talk ’bout some sh*t, f*ck it, never mind
b*tch, you trendin’ all over america (america)
when it come to philly, i’ma carrier (carrier)
bring ’em all, you know the more the merrier
spinnin’ blocks with ciroc to a terrier
shakin’ and lockin’ on n*ggas (lockin’)
yeah, you big but i’m pac to these n*ggas
i’m on go, i ain’t stoppin’ on n*ggas
this like a rerun, i’m pop*lockin’ on n*ggas (pop*lockin’ on n*ggas)
[outro]
hear that? he still was poppin’ his sh*t
he still was talkin’ his sh*t
he still was poppin’ out
he still was slidin’
he still was doin’ him
we never expected him to be a k!ller
all we expected from quilly was to be a talented f*cker, rapper, bro
ayy, cuz, what the f*ck?
ayy, cuz, put your cuz on, man
you got o’melly ridin’ round in scat packs man?
you ain’t even o’smelly no more, n*gga, you mr. scat pack, n*gga, huh
we’re fully loaded over here, n*gga, vroom
hahaha, you heard that sh*t, n*gga, vroom
we fully loaded, n*gg, you mr. scat pack, n*gga, huh
lookin’ angry all day, n*gga
ain’t y’all rich, n*gga, why the f*ck you lookin’ angry, n*gga?
angry bird, n*gga, smile, hahahaha
i been off you n*ggas, y’all n*ggas a joke, aha
ahh, y’all n*ggas sick
y’all gotta do somethin’ now though, ha
all that “shoot ’em up” sh*t y’all be talkin’ ha
huh? pop out n*gga
i’on wanna hear that rich sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, we in the trenches, n*gga
[?] that rich sh*t, n*gga, ahh
you n*ggas mad, y’all big mad
put your hype man on, he lookin’ bad
o’smelly, you better not get evicted neither, n*gga
that’s ya last eviction notice too, on that situation too
i know where you at, n*gga
we pulled up, we outside, n*gga, pop out
y’all n*ggas*, i’m givin’ y’all n*ggas culture
y’all n*ggas sound like quilly
y’all try and dress like quilly
rap like quilly, or tryin’ to, hahaha
step it the f*ck up

- quilly lyrics

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