lirik lagu lil quill – freestyle
[intro: lil quill]
ha, you know what i’m sayin’? haha, cool (td go all the way up)
hmm, ha, [?], yuh, ha, ya dig? haha, huh?
ha, huh, ha, huh, yeah, huh
huh, uh, haha
yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go
[verse]
came from rags to the riches
they whack it around (rocks), with a glock, with a gun (glocks), and it’s c~cked (ok)
all of my pendings be hittin’
my alteration really feindin’ (cl!cks), free gang out the box (on god)
n~gga poppin’ sh~t in my city
i really made a quarter milli’, didn’t get it from wop (pack, huh? naw)
n~gga really push his choppa trade
and this n~gga really feminine (p~ssy ass), man finna pop (let’s go)
started from beginning (start), thug with a top (top)
it in my kidney (yeah), no weed in this joint (d~mn)
this n~gga see me (huh?), get that boy shot (yes)
we gettin’ cheese, i don’t care what they thought (gettin’ some)
all them keep thе block spinnin’ [?] (spinnin’)
water, wet on my wrist, get ‘еm drownin’ (huh?)
florida, miami, chillin’, i’m vibin’ (what?)
louis, in the hood, pocket five~thousand (let’s go)
you see my yak, n~ggas itchy~itch just like a virus
man, i manifest bread, now i’m shoppin’ for houses
she can’t come ’round unless she tryna arouse me (no)
big body cars on the e~way, i’m drivin’
ho tryna get it, i’m up, never loungin’
heard n~gga still broke his foot, hang grouchy
hittin’ every spot, mama tell me i’m wildin’
grown money, why your money lookin’ childish
here for lieutenant, the man like the county
hustle the p~n~s, took her to a ally
her husband and auntie were workin’ on smilin’
this the sign of the kids steady pilin’
i’m fire, hot like a hairdryer (hot)
be ready, huh, i’m drivin’ (not)
socially beefin’, huh, [?]
we can go run that boy down to the projects (let’s go)
n~gga really leavin’ in private, huh
now that leave me to my sidekick (that leave me)
watch this, now we goin’ up on this hot sh~t (goin’ up)
fast sh~t, sticks get you wet, not no pad, b~tch (huh, huh?)
ball like kareem, this truck, he livin’ free (he livin’ free)
now we kickin’ the cup when i didn’t even drink (huh?)
make this b~tch hit the bush, she didn’t even suck the meat (huh?)
and it’s stuck when it’s up, only thing i can think
i pray ’bout them shooters, ain’t cover the safe
if it ain’t glock .45, this ain’t cullinan crease
huh, we don’t cl!ck up when we in the street
family man, but i still send a b~l~i~t~z
[outro]
haha, on god
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