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quilly - try me lyrics

[intro: quilly]
hey, june turn me up a lil’ bit
ya’ mean. now everybody wanna call my phone
don’t call my phone ( don’t call me!)

[verse 1: quilly]
haters see my instagram, now he wanna rob me
he ain’t know i have that 33 on me ; scotty!
rest in peace to whitney, i’m sellin’ bobby
smokers call me cuz i got them oils like the ahkis
i’ma need a 1,000 baggies
100 yard dash before them pigs grab me
i collect belts, n-gg- that’s my hobby
pull up in a white jag, used to catch the trolley
i be uptown, that’s where you can find me
or huntington park, chillin with my n-gg- papi
or catch me down badlands with some mamis
or might be down tasker, where it get grimey
shout out my n-gg- kre, he gon catch a homi
dirtbike rell, he be 12’o clockin’
and shout out to my mixtape, it’s poppin’
you don’t wanna see my cousin face in a stocking
your girl know my brother got them percs rockin’
welcome home pun, my n-gg- just did 10
i don’t gotta play the block no more, you’re trippin’
my phone pop like a n-gg- with the bricks in
i had to let my chips stacks; pringles
that’s a lot of money off of one single
and i be in the field, more stripes than a bengal
i got that fn cuz n-gg-s’ on angles
and if it’s bout’ a hoe, don’t run that sh-t by me
shout out e & red’s, the n-gg-s’ that signed me
and i ain’t playin wit n-body
i’ma k!ll your whole mothaf-ckin’ family

[chrous]
let a n-gg- try me, try me. i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family. and i ain’t playin with n-body. f-ck around and i’m a catch a body
let a n-gg- try me, try me. i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family. and i ain’t playin with n-body. f-ck around and i’m a catch a body

- quilly lyrics

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