Quilly 3 Intro lyrics

by

Quilly


[Intro: Quilly]
Yeaaaah! Come oooon! Na Na!

[Verse 1: Quilly]
I want the streets to remember
I want the hood to remember me
Not just Philly, I want the world to see, this that Quilly 3
Haters sick, I know they're mad at me, killin' these haters
Whoever doubted me, real n*ggas love it
I know they're proud of me, this that Quilly 3
Come wit them racks, won't get a show for free
Come wit them racks, won't get a verse for free
This that Quilly 3, this that Quilly 3
Mention Philly, gotta mention me
I was facing 4 to 8 if they sentenced me, now, this that Quilly 3
Now this that Quilly 3, get out the hood, is there a way for me?
When it rain make (?) pray for me, this that Quilly 3
Yeah, this that Quilly 3, I had the whole city dissin' me
Lil Durk asked Meek could he mention me, this that Quilly 3
This that Quilly 3
I'm still wit them n*ggas' that I'll ride for
I'm still wit them n*ggas' that I'll die for
On Dek, we're independent as July 4th, I be sober killin' sh*t
f*ck I'm high for? Stood 10 toes down
Can't put my feet up, Golden-State offense
Competition should "D" up
Droppin' everything in my pocket, that's on the re-up
County boy seat-belt on, liftin' my seat up
I'm one hit away, it ain't enough hours in a day
VVS over here, ain't nothing gray
I done been through so much sh*t, what can they say?
My lawyer Ike, took them cases and beat em like Anna Mae
If a n*gga ever cross that line, that's where he stay
If a n*gga mention di*k around pus*y, that n*gga gay
If you still playin' the block over 30, you're in the way
I make all my b*tches chill wit each other, I'm Money May
I can feel it in the air, you ain't even gotta stare
I'm in the trap sellin' coke to my family, I never cared
It's alway a broke n*gga that had it but never shared
Bring me Tia & Tamera, I'll hit them b*tches in Paris
Pump yourself up, get deflated, I'm talkin' aired
Play the field like Urlacher, I'm wit the bears
n*ggas' took the stand and start singin'; musical chairs
My youngins' ain't got no picks, shootin' you there
At least I ain't dead or in jail, look at the bright side
At least I never told on nobody, my n*ggas' likewise
Call me anything but a rat, not in my lifetime
Hate to see the Black Mamba ball, you n*ggas' Pythons
I want a real foreign, steering wheel on the right side
f*ck bein' a hood legend, b*tch, I'm an Icon
See, your kind ain't nothin' like mine
I'm the underdog; Steph Curry, I'm nothin' like Bron
Gave my Monclers to my lil' cousins'
Wearin' Valentino like it's Banana Republic
This sh*t is noithin'
You could give a broke b*tch the world
She still f*ckin'
You can tell a n*gga eat wit you, he still tuckin'
I done been through so much pain, I don't feel nothin'
I'm numb to the dumb sh*t, miss me wit the young sh*t
If she a dime and ain't got 10 dollars, she a bum b*tch
If you was disloyal over bread, you're on some crumb sh*t
My youngin' knew his dad his whole life, they never done sh*t
He wonder why his son 16, carry a drum clip
I'ma grind hard till' the day break
My landlord want that money right, not a day late
Got cameras watchin' cameras, makin' sure that the safe safe
I could eye ball it but the scale make the weight safe
I ain't gon' stop till' my mom in a great place
And, I get that buss down frank wit the wraith face
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