All The Way Up (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]

Aw! Haha, lets ball n*gga. They ain't want me to come back poppin' my sh*t though (not at all). Nothing can stop me
I'm all the way up!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

n*ggas' say ''Quilly back", but I never left
This whole summer I'ma draw; Etcha sketch
n*ggas' up state feel me, I ain't never met
You claim another n*gga's work, you ain't never wreck
I'm the future, you're desiigner
The clip fatter than a Panda in this Llama
8ths of that loud sh*t, 50's of Madonna
Have the smokers stretched out like they sittin' on recliners
Got shot, left the Hospital milly rockin'
Spin them n*ggas' block, show them how Quilly rockin'
Love fake, hate real when you really poppin'
Them shots make you Harlem shake, have you diddy boppin'
Pull up in a spaceship with the moon people
K clip like a comma, half a moon people
Plastic Glizzy or the chrome 5th, a head shot'll leave you domeless
That rat sh*t we don't condone it
I gave all my Monclers to the homeless
I'm on some new sh*t, all pocket blue sh*t
Valentino shorts, make them hoes Jimmy Choo sh*t
Them n*ggas' killed your cuz and you ain't do sh*t
They shot me, I let the Desi storm on some clue sh*t
I wouldn't say it was there if it wasn't that
I wouldn't call it straight drop if it wasn't crack
You can keep your vest on, we ain't touchin' that
When I pop, I'm clappin' at your top like jumpin' jacks
I'm out here f*ckin' b*tches and they f*ckin' back
After I f*ck b*tch, you can have your number back
I sip lean, hit the wood like a lumberjack
I'm Westbrook with the rock, I bring that Thunder back
I'm at the table with Papi, I'm talkin' cane to him
I'm in the office with my doctor, talkin' pain to him
The D's questioned me, I ain't say a name to him
I rather catch a n*gga, and put the flame to him
This some calm sh*t, I'm really bout' to bomb hoe
Colder than Toronto, I'm feelin like LeBron though