[Intro: Quilly]

Pour up, light up nigga, haha

Aw!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

They told me I ain't rappin' like I used to

I told them I ain't doin' the same shit that I'm used to

It's gon' take some gettin' used to

My niggas' said they shootin', that's kool, but I'ma shoot too

Sittin' on your house, backyard and your roof too

Speak less, listen more, I'm just soakin' game

Flea flicker the rock, I'm like Notre Dame

I be close to kingpins, you be close to lames

I'm sharp as a porcupine, watch I poke your dame

John Madden; I just know the game

All these rappers soundin' like Future, we don't flow the same

You remind me of the Migos

Bring your cousin, sister and Auntie, I'm hittin' trios

Name ring bells through them Jails, we hittin' C.O's

You paid a lawyer, I paid the judge and paid the P.O

They told me I ain't dressin' like I used to

Prolly cuz I rock the same shit you gotta boost to

I make the kinda shit my youngins' shoot to

If you're knockin' at my door, I'ma shoot through

All black for a month straight, 20's and 50's

All caps for a month straight

I'm in the trap, fuck a lunch date

Cuz these hoes ain't gonna visit when you're upstate