[Intro: Quilly]

County boy for real, nigga

You niggas' just started this shit

You know we talk that script talk, that script talk

Aye, big bro, what's up with these niggas' man?

You know we talk that script talk, that script talk

[Hook: Quilly]

Had to step my hustle up, I started hand to hand

Took it to the county, told my man, I had a plan

100 for a gram, a dollar every miligram

If I said I tripled up, you wouldn't even understand

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Back when crack was what these pills are

So many 30s, can't even fit in my pill jar

We don't hit it, we don't even take the seals off

No wholesale, I'm knocking every pill off

Mgp qualitest, that's that shit that I don't like

Keep a Fanta and a Sprite, I'm drinking mine right out the pint

I got some money in my citizens

Citizens in my Timb box, a 215

K9 or the inbox

In my throwback, Bo-Jack, wit my brim cocked

Started off on Haines Street, now I got 10 spots

Out of town, you're on the corner, I'm not around

I'm up and down the E-way, you just ridin' round

I ain't got shoot you cuz my young boys rockin'

Got percs and soft white like drug store cotton

We be talkin' script talk, we be talkin' script talk

She just here to fuck us, I don't even let that bitch talk

My old head was a boss, now he cop off me

The FN4, I shoot till my Glock on "E"

Purple, Yellow Berry, I got all 3

Go get them xannies off another nigga, not off me

My high so expensive, nigga you can't even blow it

I'm on a perc 90 now, and you ain't even know it

I get my shot in me and act goofy

I stay away from Mickey and Minnie, they tried to roof me

Perc Nowitzki, Pill Cosby, Pill Bellamy

Got the pill game on smash, I'm still sellin' D

The rental cars in my bitch name

I used to flip cane till them scripts came

[Hook: Quilly]

Had to step my hustle up, I started hand to hand

Took it to the county, told my man, I had a plan

100 for a gram, a dollar every miligram

If I said I tripled up, you wouldn't even understand

[Verse 2: County Boy Tone]

Grind till the sack on, REUP and do it again

These rattin' niggas' get you sent to the pen

That's why I move solo, I don't do new friends

I just move a 1,000 30s, I ain't talkin' wholesale

Every since I switched hustles

I've been doin so well

Out of town for months, trappin out of a Motel

If you ain't about this paper, get from around me

Everyday it feel like the first out in the Counties

I don't give a fuck if rap don't work

Cuz I'ma rap that work and make it chrip

35 for the Berry, 60 dollars a purp

And I don't cut it, keep the shit raw like them oils

Now ya'll wonder why them fiends stay loyal

Let the water boil, put the coke up in the pot

Lil' baking soda, put the Ice and let it drop

Graduated from the block, now I got spots

I ain't wit the slick talk, I'll let a clip off

Fiends see and jump for the rock like it's tip off

Ready for war, we got handguns and choppas

Move a 1,000 xannies, got me feelin' like a doctor

Play wit my money, I'd rock your

Blow your shit off in broad day like a mobster

It used to be (?) wings and fried rice

Now I'm eatin Lobster and Shrimp on a calm night

Glock 40, give you everything cuz I ain't tryna fight

I ain't got time to be fuckin' up my new J's

Or my grind, I ain't change my clothes like in 2 days

Money on my mind, stack dead presidents

I don't want your bitch, I'll make a stash out her residents

[Bridge]

You know we talk that script talk, that script talk

You know we talk that script talk, that script talk