Kerosene lyrics

[Intro]
Quilly Millz, n*gga
I'm rapped out, yeah!

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Quilly Millz in the building with the real n*ggas
Fake n*ggas take heave to a real n*gga
Hottest in the streets, that's without a deal, n*gga
When you get a deal, How they gonna deal with you?
b*tches never said yes to me, now they can't say no to me
She jumping on the di*k, she ride that stick
That bad b*tch controlling me
Know I got that Buddha on
Horseshoes all over me
I'm strapped plus my shooters here
You b*tch n*ggas ain't folding me
Pop guns like New Years
Pop bottles like New Years
And I got that Hermes you got to wait like two years
I'm so wavy that the mall called me
I got the type of di*k that make the broads stalk me
Walk in your party, bottle service like it's our party
Shipping pepper on the denim got 'em all salty
Five pen on hat, fresh pair of Charles Barkley
These n*ggas cops check for their walkie talkies
Whole nother bankroll, n*gga, different day
I'm trying to kick her out
You're trying to get that b*tch to stay
Smoke great, get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
Everyday these b*tches compliment a n*gga lay
It ain't what a n*gga say is what a n*gga show
I ain't gotta say I'm real, n*ggas know!
b*tches feel a n*gga ghost I ain't even die
I'm still dripping for the mall, I ain't even dry
Me and Gillie forty forty pop a spade hoe
Getting major figures, killing with my spade flow
And don't be stepping on my J's, hoe
And don't be smoking all my haze, hoe
And you can f*ck it with these lames, hoe
You could have had Michael Jackson, you Jermaine though
I'm really live, and you just a lie hundred dollars for my plate
And that's just the size
n*ggas see me in the hood and they look surprised
The party started, b*tch I just arrived
Fish-bone, no tit, b*tch!
My jean jacket cost Your rent b*tch!
You should be cutting me a check, I'm the sh*t, b*tch
I ain't paying for no pus*y, I'm a pimp, b*tch!
Every night I'm with some burger steak and shrimp sh*t Benni Hanna Collasal crab with butter dip
You're acting Hollywood, you are some other sh*t
Every seven days a n*gga in another whip
Every forty-eight, we was bagging off a brick
And every twenty-four, I'll be with another b*tch!