Snacks

By Quilly

Released on August 4, 2016

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[Intro: Quilly]

Keep everything alright? (aw!)

This shit recording bro? (keep all that, keep all that!)

Hey, bro this shit recording?

EA!? This shit recording? (Turn up!)


[Bridge: Quilly]

Uh, Bitch the glizzy got a frisby in it

50 shots, gettin' busy in it

Yeah! Nananana! Let me do me, keep this shit recording bro!

We rocking! yeah. Uh (whoa! whoa!)


[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, Bitch the glizzy got a frisby in it

50 shots, gettin' busy wit it

Rollie look like Walt Disney in it

Cream soda; throw some sizi in it

I'ma give these niggas' train smoke

Back to back, I'ma chain smoke

Burberry, this my rain coat, you a wave rider

This the same boat

Fuck them bitches, we gon' switch swab

Fuck em in my Fendi flip flops

Takin' 30s like their cough drops

I've been fuckin' since my balls dropped

Pull a tech like Rasheed Wallace

Minus the bald spot

Drinkin' lean like it's water

I'ma fuck your auntie, mommy and daughter

All these bitches on my dick, groupie niggas' on my dick

Pause! 20 on me, I'ma lick. Your son a faggot; Will Smith

Your mom a dike; you're a bitch! BITCH!

Maya Angelou, still I rise, 10 30s, how I'm still alive?

I ain't even suppose to be here, block jumpin' like a leap year

I got 15,000 in my "D" squares

Prada sneaks, like bowl, if you ain't fuckin now; roll

Easy pass, fuck a toll, I'm in Puerto Rico, on parole

James Brown; I got soul, I got money, you got old

You can say whatever bout me nigga, fuck it

I ain't never told

I be twisted, I be twisted

Shooter wit me, talkin twisted metal

Platinum Kush, I can hit a Bezel

Fuck nigga, we on different levels

Wesley Snipes wit the pump nigga, white man can't jump nigga

Crack your egg, humpty dump nigga

Pockets filled wit them lumps nigga

Whip the batter like it's cream of wheat

Fuckin' bitches like I'm Eazy-E

Movin' weight like I'm Heavy D, you get a headshot like the DVD


[Hook: Wucc]

Don't gotta bust a gun or let a UZI spit

To get respect, I'm gettin' to it, too legit to quit

All these racks in my pocket, got me fuckin' lit

Your bitch lookin like a snack, she can get hit

Bitch, I'm fuckin' lit, Bitch I'm fuckin' lit

Big bank, blowin dank, gang in this bitch

All these racks in my pocket, got me fuckin' lit

Your bitch lookin' like a snack, she can get hit

Oh yeah!


[Verse 2: Wucc]

All these racks in my pocket when I'm walkin' through

Fuck what you talkin bout my nigga, who you talkin to?

It ain't what you know, it's really who you know

If you ain't on your grind, then get to movin' bro

Get it how I get it, tryna cop a foreign

Think a nigga foreign, how I use a hoe

Got some bad habits, tryna lose em tho

Only God can judge me, you ain't Judy hoe

I get a lot of money, spend a lot of money

Started saving up, I'm only human tho

Nigga smokin' fire, really got him wired

Such a strong plug, but your fuse'll blow

Said I'm up now, my phone buzz now

From all old bitches that I used to know

What is you talkin' if it ain't the cake?

Please tell me what is your motive to hate

We not the same so please stay in your place

You want a name, I want a Wraith

I caught a plane, you caught a case

You hang wit lames, I hang wit greats

Greats, greats, what you thinkin' nigga?

Bitch, I'm workin' hard, ain't no sleepin' nigga

I ain't for play, It ain't a season nigga

I'm all about my (?), and every (?) nigga

From the fall, to the winter to the spring to the summer

Into these bands, like I am a drummer

Not into the drama, I'm into the commas

I do not hit the licks, I just hit Baby Mamas

I like to live cuz tomorrow not promised

Shout out (?)

In a month, I make 10 racks

I just like to hit them snacks

If she not bad then I pass, got me feelin' like I'm Nash

In the club, watch me dab

Not sippin' on (?) Im sippin' Yak

Quilly with me on a track, we got this bitch lit like the trap


[Hook: Wucc]

Don't gotta bust a gun or let a UZI spit

To get respect, I'm gettin' to it, too legit to quit

All these racks in my pocket, got me fuckin' lit

Your bitch lookin like a snack, she can get hit

Bitch, I'm fuckin' lit, Bitch I'm fuckin' lit

Big bank, blowin dank, gang in this bitch

All these racks in my pocket, got me fuckin' lit

Your bitch lookin' like a snack, she can get hit

Oh yeah!

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