[Hook: Quilly]

Fuck being humble, I gotta boast

Let's have a toast, My bitch way too bad to ride coach

Street nigga, I never told, I took an oath

We takin planes and trains and speed boats

Never content, I do the most

She give me top in the back and then I'm ghost

1 in the top, please don't approach

My youngin' wit me, he retarded, he do the most

[Verse 1: Quilly] 20 in the rubberband, draco, he the duh duh man

(?) to the motherland, made it out it the jungle, baby, I'm alive

Even I'm surprised

I hop back in the machine, I barely walk, speak sign language to these bitches, I don't talk

I don't sell anything, all these niggas NARCS

Haines & Money baby but you knew that from the start

Big roll on me, my bitch know I'm on some shit

Tried to fly my mom out, she still think I'm hittin' licks

Dick up to the opps, I'm still slidin' through the strip

It's up, nigga, I'm lit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Quilly]

Fuck being humble, I pop shit for all my down times

Countin' all this money, I was locked up with (?)

Watch me make a movie in this club, bitch, get some popcorn

Red carpet, I walk through the hood with flops on

Come through in a drop, I'm the one they want the drop on

Quilly told but I'm the one they call the cops on

Streets cold, Minnesota, get the Viks on

These red bottoms but not the ones with the spikes on em

She gon fuck me and do what the crew say

These haters gonna double cross me, Dusse

I'ma slide on em like Lupe

Opps wanna kill me cuz I'm liver than 2K