quilly - top carrier 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
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