[Verse 1: Quilly]

Fish Scale on the Block we Goin Fishing

Ain't nothin on it though the work skinny-dippin

Put it in the pot call it synchronizing swimming

Next Day 20k bussin out My Linen

I ain't got this Glock for nothin Nigga I Send dem

All these bad Bitches get curved after i bend dem

Niggas think they fuckin wit Quilly it ain't there though

These niggas you think thurl they all weirdos

I get a baldy kill you let my hair grow

I stand in the Field by myself like A Scarecrow

I used to fronted stack packs bringin nickel packs

Now I send niggas Outta town bring me triple back

Yea! I made myself a boss

I used to want lo but i settled for lacoste

Doctor give me lean, I make myself cough

I ain't know how to pitch I made myself tall

If I get the drop you get sent to the sky

I send niggas in ya crib Xfinity Live

Fake trap niggas talkin bout flippin dem pies

They ain't even touch pastries Im sicker than lies

I gotcha bitch at the loft slidin dick up her thighs

These bitches givin up the puss They shoulda listened to Piles

Nigga you Rue Paul I can see the bitch in ya eyes

Remind me of Bruce Jenner Just A bitch in Disguise

I make a smoker wipe my wheel off, give em advice a .20 piece then i Peel off

If I'on owe my publishing I cut the whole deal off

Just left Phlipe's and i Knocked my whole Meal off

Quilly Eatin good no more PB&J'S

Them labels knockin on my door cuz they Seee the Wave

Im gettin paid for the walkthrough

My shooter gettin paid for the drive by

I told this bitch jump she said " how high" ?

My niggas smokin on Ivory like How High

My face on the bus see me every time you look up

Billboard fox 29 these niggas shook up

Read between the lines nigga scared to pick a book up

Coke so good you get high from the cook up

Nigga we can go to war like Afghanistan

Ciroc lifestyle but I came from Amsterdam

I carry tools like a handyman, Spin ya block with all my cousins in a family van