Top Carrier lyrics

[Intro]
Yes sir (Ah)
You understand me? (Turn me up, turn me up, I got 'em)

[Verse]
Quilly keep gettin' better and better (I am)
In my prime, b*tch, I feel like Mayweather
I ain't battlin' wit' Conor McGregor (I'm not)
Runnin' sh*t, Quilly Nebuchadnezzar (Hahaha)
Think they f*ckin' wit' me, they could never (Never)
n*ggas light, I'm too witty and clever (I'm smart)
Wrote this sh*t with some ink and a feather
Wrote this sh*t in the back of the Tesla
How the f*ck I'ma battle a wrestler? (How?)
But it's cool, he gon' leave on a stretcher (Stretcher)
Don't be comin' for me Uncle Fester
Type of b*tches I f*ck, you could never
These Amiri, professional dresser
Half a brick and some ice in my dresser
I be doin' the most, not the lesser (Check)
My phone rockin' and rollin' off hard
Chasin' [?] but they be dancin' wit' stars (Oh)
Holdin' di*k and jugglin' balls
[?] they softer than Chico DeBarge
Glizzy on me, I'm takin' the charge (Ah)
How you go from Minaj to Milano? (Dummy)
Homicide, n*ggas die by McDonald's (Die)
Martin Luther Meek, Ronald McDonald
Farrakhan when I solve all the problems (He a turkey)
Nelson Mandela, panic and watch 'em
We was outside an old smelly condo
My young boy had to rock it like Rondo
We will beat down your block like a congo (You know that)
Where the f*ck is [?] when you need him?
They gon' have to team up to defeat 'em
Only wanted me, they got a three 'em
If Meek don't wanna ball, who gon' DM?
How the sin of city, n*ggas know that
Put some red on your body like Kodak
Randall Cunningham, c*ck it and throw that
We ain't got no revolvers like kojack
Weak Maleek, the whole South Philly know that
b*tch, my block and my body, you know that
I was all down the P, you know that
You was never uptown and you know that (Facts)
Can't come around, you a target out here
I play the field like a garden out here
Most of your people still starvin' out here
Quilly went Marvin, a martian out here
I'm in machines, ain't no walkin' out here (Not at all)
Yeah, how you catchin' these bullets like Julio?
Drinkin' TEC, what the f*ck is Don Julio?
Suckin' di*k, you don't even know who to know blow
n*ggas had the frog eyes in the studio (b*tchin')
Fried like the pack right now
Quilly on fire, we're on set right now
But I got cuh smokin' on packs right now (Oh)
My flow on a whole 'nother echelon (Turn it up)
[?] don't fall like a leprechaun
Juicy went and signed Ab, you ain't let him shine
We could talk 'bout some sh*t, f*ck it, never mind
b*tch, you trendin' all over America (America)
When it come to Philly, I'ma carrier (Carrier)
Bring 'em all, you know the more the merrier
Spinnin' blocks with Ciroc to a terrier
Shakin' and lockin' on n*ggas (Lockin')
Yeah, you big but I'm Pac to these n*ggas
I'm on go, I ain't stoppin' on n*ggas
This like a rerun, I'm pop-lockin' on n*ggas (Pop-lockin' on n*ggas)
[Outro]
Hear that? He still was poppin' his sh*t
He still was talkin' his sh*t
He still was poppin' out
He still was slidin'
He still was doin' him
We never expected him to be a killer
All we expected from Quilly was to be a talented f*cker, rapper, bro
Ayy, cuz, what the f*ck?
Ayy, cuz, put your cuz on, man
You got O'Melly ridin' round in scat packs man?
You ain't even O'Smelly no more, n*gga, you Mr. Scat Pack, n*gga, huh
We're fully loaded over here, n*gga, vroom
Hahaha, you heard that sh*t, n*gga, vroom
We fully loaded, n*gg, you Mr. Scat Pack, n*gga, huh
Lookin' angry all day, n*gga
Ain't y'all rich, n*gga, why the f*ck you lookin' angry, n*gga?
Angry bird, n*gga, smile, hahahaha
I been off you n*ggas, y'all n*ggas a joke, aha
Ahh, y'all n*ggas sick
Y'all gotta do somethin' now though, ha
All that "Shoot 'em up" sh*t y'all be talkin' ha
Huh? Pop out n*gga
I'on wanna hear that rich sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, we in the trenches, n*gga
[?] that rich sh*t, n*gga, ahh
You n*ggas mad, y'all big mad
Put your hype man on, he lookin' bad
O'Smelly, you better not get evicted neither, n*gga
That's ya last eviction notice too, on that situation too
I know where you at, n*gga
We pulled up, we outside, n*gga, pop out
Y'all n*ggas-, I'm givin' y'all n*ggas culture
Y'all n*ggas sound like Quilly
Y'all try and dress like Quilly
Rap like Quilly, or tryin' to, hahaha
Step it the f*ck up