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quilly - drive thru lyrics

[hook: quilly]
im stackin that money at pal
i beat my case at the trial
ima be here for a while
she say that she lovin my style
trap house is open come drive thru
im servin them right out the drive thru
wow! wow!

[verse 1: quilly]
whipping up the cakes
razor blade or plate
i dont need no baggies
im just sellin weight
i dont need no friends
long as my money straight
i dont talk on the phone
i just talk face to face
im countin these 100s and throwin these 1s
i got paper on paper my money not done
i got shooters on shooters so closet the gun
gotcha b-tch at the telly she ready to c-m
can’t buy my jacket cuz its 1 on 1
i just f-cked dem b-tches then its one and done
i just hit a l!ck i did that for fun
i just got a bag and it weigh a ton

[verse 2: quilly]
junkies at my door they just want some more
n-ggas at my door hit em wit the .4
hammers in the ceiling ounces on the floor
gotta get this money sick of being poor
tired of these b-tches
tired of f-ck n-ggas
half -ss trappas
tone w-ssup wit em
i got 500 pills
brought a new wheel
got a new house
cousin got k!lled
rest in peace my n-gga
pour a lil liquor
they told me when you get rich
you supposed to bring the family witcha
trap trap trap
weed dope crack
good bye bottom, never goin back
i’on know n-ggas, n-ggas know me
i do my dirt by my lonely, no codeine

- quilly lyrics

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