Chiraq (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
Uh, Yeah, I know I'm late
f*ck it, got a lil' 16 for this


[Verse 1: Quilly]
They told me stop rappin' bout "Oz"
Like they want me back at 8 Ball
They told me stop rappin' bout clothes
I'm wavy, I'm back at the mall
They told me stop sh*ttin' on rappers
I can't, I'm back in the stall
33 shots and I'm clappin them all
I'll spin your block and be back here tomorrow!
n*ggas' is frauds, even their b*tches is off
I just be whippin' the soft
Flippin' and gettin it off
My sneakers is knotty, this is a hobbie, the stu is a potty
I just caught a body, killin' these rappers, call it a homi
Remember me from the DVD, school n*ggas', no CCP
Gun case down CJC, they want me in HOC
But I rather be on MTV, first class or JET
County boy, no J.O.B., show love, never hate on me!
Rondo, where that 9 at? Don't come through where I grind at
No street fight, mortal kombat, they can't I.D.,
Where his mom at?
I'm the n*gga these hoes after, got a stripper b*tch
She a pole master, my hitters' rock, their the soul snatchers
Fendi, that's all on my waist, Mayweather fightin' my case
Your b*tch must think i'm Young Thugga
Please get the f*ck out my face!
On Dek, so I pop sh*t now, p*ss test, can't smoke piff now
Good lawyer ain't doin' tick now
I did a couple months like Chris Brown
Back on my sh*t now, your b*tch on my di*k now
Have several seats; sit down
Pimp like Money Mike, where was your antennas
Now the money right
Let me do my thing though
Still but Monclers for the spring though
Still hit a n*gga up like Bingo
Still talk heavy, n*ggas know the lingo!
[Ending: Quilly]
Yeah, ain't none of this sh*t making the mixtape either
That Quilly sh*t coming soon. Ya' mean?
Shout out everybody that was, you know
Waiting patiently for the mixtape
I ain't even wanna do this beat. I threw sh*t up on the gram
Everybody wanted me to do this, so, ya' mean?
Uh, Aw!