Quilly | Funk Flex | #Freestyle062 lyrics

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[Verse 1]
If I ruled the world, I'd lower the coke prices
Raise the welfare, and lower the perc prices
You can pay for a feature even though the flow priceless
Whole team Muslim, we at war like ISIS
300 Deep, I'm the leader, Leonidas
I talk heavy, my mouth dirty, gingivitis
A party for the real n*ggas, ya'll not invited
He gettin' money but he a rat, ya'll b*tches like it
One n*gga break ya'll heart, ya'll b*tches dyke it
Powder from Columbia, the sour came from Dyckman
I gave 'em the plain Jane Rollie, no icing
Do the right thing with the red bottoms and spiked it
Helly Hansen on like i'm bout to go hiking
So wavy, Laila Ali, your hoe fight it
Thinking should she f*ck me or you, indecisive
Thriller when I get on the mic but I ain't light-skin
Moonwalk all on the track cause I'm the nicest
Streets cold, Minnesota Viking, it's biting
Internet Gangsta, you gon' kill me with the typing
Iron on me, I ain't fightin', I ain't Tyson
Quilly, Q-Pac, don't forget to put the hyphen
... I must be exciting!
Coke in the Pyrex pot, drop the ice in
Break the whole Patti pie down, get to slicing
With my new new b*tch skating in the rover
I'm hot now, I give them b*tches the cold shoulder
Never let a side b*tch break your house hold up
If she cross that line, then it's over
I dump my shot, then I'm chasin' it with Folgers
Still high from last week, I'm never sober
Drop a whole dot in the pot, them bad boulders
I f*cked your girl and her friends, you told her
I'm gettin' more money than you, you older
You call that n*gga your old head, that n*gga owe us
Real ain't what about you say, it's what you show us
Every Friday, I touch hills and shoulders
Bullets shampoo, they hitting heads and shoulders
Shoot your lights out like Kobe, n*ggas' cobras
Paperwork clean, you can check my whole folder
I don't even club unless they put me on the poster
55 bottles, why the f*ck I need a coaster?
I don't even drink, I'm just standing on the sofa
I don't make it rain, every dollar go to Sosa
8th of Hi-Tech, f*ck around and need a..uh
Your man, he the shooter, you just hold the gun holster
b*tch n*gga wouldn't pop bread out the toaster
f*ck her in the car, treat the hoe like I'm suppose to
Led her ride me, great adventure, roller coaster
We can be friends after that, nothing closer
29, give them calm linens with the loafers
You do it for the radio, I do it for the culture
Killing these rappers, eat their corpse like vultures
I'm a king, I'ma hit your Queen, I'ma poke her
On the strip, you ain't play your cards right, joker
You hang with a rat, I rather chill with my smokers
Drop it to the oils like Cappuccino Mocha
Got a bomb on me right now, I'm a soldier
Frank Lucas work, I ain't tell but I told you
Dope with the Pepsi stand, minus the soda
Juice in my sprite, pot full of Coca-Cola
Get my scripts from Dr. Pepper, I'ma flex her
Hundred dollar Phantom, 4 O's, nothing lesser
Pulled up in an Audi, pulled off in a Tesla
Dope fiends leave the traphouse on a stretcher
I lost a calm 8 but I'm still 7 up, I really leveled up
Ya'll done woke the devil up
So, I'ma give them hell, f*ck it, I'ma break the scale
Put a quarter in the water, it bubble like Ginger-Ale!
My phone pop, I don't play the block
I'm at the sugar house bussin' traps while I play the slot
Pass the rock off to my youngin', I just coach it
The type of grams I put together, I can't post it
I got a fat b*tch, I don't f*ck, I just milk her
I keep it a bean, I ain't never had a filter
I turned a bum b*tch to a bad b*tch, built her
She went left, I took her right back, killed her
The grind like a goldmine, lucky charms in it
Over the pot, Vince Carter, put my arm in it
Trap do the pus*y so I'm going hard in it
White came back tan, I Chico DeBarge whipped it!
From a hole in the wall and pus*y hard ways
I break a dot down I'm giving them all trays
I let a quarter boil for change like arcades
When the whistles cutting like clippers they all fade
Team Militant we giving out bald cuts
I trap inside of delis ain't selling no cold cuts
That work Krispy Kreme we whipping up doughnuts
A n*gga sad he f*cked my b*tch so what?
I make your b*tch trip, bust traps and hold nuts
Rap turned to wrestling these n*ggas is Golddust
My eye on the dollars them haters in my peripheral
I rap trapping and getting that workout like ellipticals
High as Ray Charles I could never pass the physical
Two twisters like Sister Sister they identical
I feel like I'm the hottest since Pac died
For the chicken we coming with drums like Popeye's
Oils, racing to the block like Mach 5
I shot three beams, sip lean 'til i'm c*ckeyed
Bunch of snakes in the grass you gotta watch guys
Hop and turn around give you a hot.. mm
I got my chips up chop be selling like hot fries
You home girls are on my home boys ah ah
Them onions smelling like Funyuns I'm cooking dumplings
I let the cheese grow in my pockets it growing fungus
His and her roles, cheddar sour cream Ruffles
Lumberjack jacket I'm wavy as Paul Bunyan
The thing is out we done bang out, Paul Walker
My team all clappers you n*ggas is all talkers
Flow is out of space y'all rockin' leave the earth you
4 in the morning the clip hanging past curfew
Dimes like 20's the 20's like 50's
The 50's eight ball same color as Lil' Bibby
Quarter brick is sizzy break it down to Rice Krispies
Jam Master Jay runnin' your house like I'm Biggie, uh
Coke on the digi residue on the floor
I was on house arrest selling crack on my porch, I got
Million dollar schemes and hundred dollar habits
You spent your re-up on tricks you silly rabbit
My b*tch thick as sh*t all she eat is rice and cabbage
Two stepping on the dance floor cause I don't dab it
My n*ggas ain't gotta steal from me cause they can have it
If one of you n*ggas steal from me I'll let 'em have it
Ooh, pus*y I let 'em have it
The eagle hanging out the Jag, Donovan Mcnabb it
My b*tch swipe for me y'all get wavy off of plastic
Selling crack out the Ziploc no time to bag it
My pop was an addict my mom still an addict
I wake up 10 dimes missing that sh*t tragic
Build a house in Lower Merion next to Kobe pop
SK big as my son minus the shoulder stock
My phone pop they wanna send me to prison
Like my plot do to pus*y in a conjugal visit
In the new machine come talk to me like Michael Kidd
You let 'em n*ggas kill your dog, Michael Vick
TEC with the cooler on it, a FN with the ruler on it
Rules to the game I could school ya on it
I spin the coke in the pot counter clockwise
Hit it with Ciroc watch it bubble like peroxide
I'm down the bottom but this all from the top side
She was thinking Benihana's I was thinking Popeye's
She thinking dine I'm thinking wings and hot fries
You thinking 62 I'm thinking more Glock 9
What's so special about your 38 to this Glock 9
I raise hell no matter where or who the devil
Move smooth with the Ruger metal
King Joffrey Joe with the ruby bezel pound of the fruity pebbles
If she leave will your hoe come back?
I'm where about, when I grab will the coke come back?
Put crumbs to the side maybe loafs come back
So the next time I grab maybe boats come back
I got high, I don't wanna get high no more
I got fly, I don't wanna get fly no more
Shoot you 33 times you can't die no more
I close shop at certain times you can't buy no more
O's like Krispy Kremes I just fried some more
I ain't looking for no love I just find some whores to make her
Shine and shop and then shine some more
Kick her out on Sunday hope she find the Lord, Flex
Kick her out on Sunday hope she find the Lord
n*ggas is singing Amazing Grace on me
Fatigued Roger flop I bathing apes
Chase the high, lord, you n*ggas chase the taste
I don't trust you over the phone better face to face my lawyer
David Blaine, my case erased
Hawaiian Punch spiked, Kool-Aid grape, ahead of my time
I bomb rappers two days late, my J's
Two weeks early, f*ck release date
I skate on these hoes like Wayne minus the Trukfit
Getting back rubbed, di*k sucked and my nuts licked
You top 5 shouldn't even be a tough pick
If I ain't number one you deaf, blind and dumb, b*tch
f*ck who you come with, is bout who you run with
Whoopi Goldberg dreads all black nun sh*t
Asked her cause you pump sh*t
Riding in a foreign, I throw you in the front of the car, that's the trunk b*tch
f*ck being smart broke, let's get dumb rich
Whipping up the white until it turn into Sunkist
My son is 7, my trap is 7 Eleven
My b*tch get on my nerves I need an Excedrin
Beat you the f*ck up no need for a weapon
My smokers get they rocks and roll like Led Zeppelin
Check your b*tch before I check your pitch
Connect in a step I got checks to get
I flex in V.I.P bottle service section b*tch
Straight out of Section 8 ain't for extra sh*t
Never broke if I break Imma make it work
Paid in full like Rico before they pay for work
Knock the powder off, dope and sour off
Put a number on your head they hit you like the Power Ball
Wish I could smoke but I can't so I'm pill popping
Cartier, Mr.Roger Coogies word to Bill Cosby
Wish I could smoke but I can't so I'm pill popping
Cartier, Mr.Roger Coogies word Bill Cosby
Still c*cky, run Philly n*gga I'm still Rocky
[Verse 2]
I'm at the top floor looking down
Thinking, should I sh*t on n*ggas that ain't hold me down?
Look at me now, f*ck n*ggas let 'em hold around
When you wavy as Quilly you ain't supposed to drown
When your heart full of anger n*gga you supposed to frown
Banging out my baddest b*tches gotta show and tell
I'm driving all the hottest whips I was in them squadders
Do the Maison Margielas like I did the Pradas
f*cked up boyfriend, great baby father
I used to overthink my dreams like they was never real
I took that sh*t from Haines Street to Beverly Hills
Shopping at the Beverly Center
f*ckin' b*tches named Beverly, purple heavenly
Seein' sh*t I ain't never see
This b*tch told me she loyal I said you better be
Cause the minute you ain't you won't be next to me
Truck full of dog food Pedigree, overweight lever
In the trap moving Heavy D
Money for a rainy day
So when you n*ggas throwing shade I just fade away
I just fade away
Take your trip like f*ck it, take your b*tch
Or take the chip MJ rings I'm taking 6 uh
Pack so loud you can smell it thru compressors
Word straight dropped it was cook by professors
Pepsi pints nothing more nothing lesser
Racks in my pocket and that plastic getting dresser
Got your city on fire go get on the roll
This sh*t bigger than your block go f*ck up the globe
Tone told me stay focus Quil get in ya mode
My life a movie sit back enjoy the episodes
Less n*ggas extra hoes you hanging with Mr. Cooper
Me and who's blowin' hookah, got a stylist and a booster
My mom I salute her, couple whores that will line you
Some cousins that will shoot ya with them ladders like a roofer
We got Whitney and Bobby, meet me in the lobby
The perc still popping cause my brother Pill Cosby
Steaks from Del Frisco, still go to Max's
Balenciaga sneakers I treat 'em like Air Maxes
Therapeutic King Size from a Air Mattress
Your pop was a rat, that make you a rat bast*rd
I cleared a cool 25 grand off of verses
Goyard Dad hats, I'm cool off the purses
Script from my doctor, I'm cool with the nurses
Ride my own wave, Quilly still above surface
Give a smoker a free rose with each purchase
Chicken on me with the biscuit, word to churches
If your man ridin', ya'll get back to back hearses
I want a big bag, Tory Burch and Birkin
I be in the county, triple double, I'm stretchin'
And I'm still cool in the jets, George Jetson
Smokers get their rocks and roll, Led Zeppelin
I tap dance all on a pack, two steppin'
Flush all the marijuana and bury the YAY
Take my team to the ship, Quilly, Curry & Klay
30 milligrams of the molly cut
30 milligrams of the Oxy cot
I got the soft and I got the rocks
Make a smoker walk 8 miles, Papa Doc
She gon' f*ck me on the strength and nothing less
She gon' f*ck you on the strength you cuttin' checks
You get the whole magazine, bullets is double X
Belt with the double F, Penfield bubble vest
Hopped out the SS and hopped in and Audi
I'm countin up schmoney and my rebels is rowdy
I ain't throwing shade but your chain is cloudy
You can't even say the word wave without me
Low top arenas, ripped up subpoenas
I stopped washing clothes, take my drawers to the cleaners
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