Quilly - No Feelings lyrics

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(Intro)

Ah ah ah, y'all niggas still in y'all feelings, huh?

I told y'all, that's the worst place to be in

Quilly 2

(Freestyle)

What kinda pills you sellin' to me, perks?

What kinda weight you whippin' that E, pervert?

Gimme some lambs, and jell, come home, go to church

I had it again, I came in feet first

Your phone don't pop on the first

You can't hit the club cuz you hurt

Yo daughter can't read, but she curse

These whores gettin' train from birth

Can't talk money to me, bitch, you got a cheap purse

Quarter brick for a feature, I can't sell it cheap first

Eat up whateva's left over, I'mma eat first

And then, ten seconds after that, desert

Gotta feed me and muthafuck you and yours

Put that work in since a young'n, I was doin' chores

Gettin' goofy on the mic, they know who the boss

Who ya bitch rootin' fo', real niggas shootin' fo'

You niggas high off dope, you niggas fly and dope

Still on the same corner, ain't rich off coke

Gone a war over the same bitch that gave me throat

A bunch of bombs(bums?) and red bottles, kill ya ova a whore

Won't kill a nigga that shot him

You ain't even gott' tell me get it cuz I got em

Close range, iPhone 6, air drop em

Seen rappers turn floppers cuz they CD flop

I seen trappers turn rappers cuz they phone don't pop

Grind hard at night shift if I'm not on top

A nigga listenin' right now like you're not that high

Either way, I'm not gon' chill, I'm not gon' stop

Until I cop that crib, cop that drop

Mather fact, cop those cribs and buy that lot

I triple duck outta town and yo block still hot

White cook like minutes, rice Instagram

This the shit you won't see on my Instagram

This the shit I won't tweet about, Gs don't speak about

Point blank range, have yo whole brain leakin' out

I'm just bobbin' and weavin' out

Goin', it gets oz(?), play it at an even note

From eatin' in a cell to every night eatin' out

She can top me off, but I won't eat her out

Mangela just a-rappin', Finny just a-trappin'

My clique just a-whip crackin'

Neva mind these Tellaperry niggas, just actin'

Catch him pullin' out his jive, wait makin' back in (?!)

I seen it all through binoculars

Servin' white people in the county talkin' proper

Last week was my first time eatin' lobster

Cousin got shot, neva went to see the doctor

Nigga, I'm C4, you CB4

I was really at the F, nigga, D24

Either you real or rat, nigga, either, or

She said she neva met a nigga like me before

Haha, breathe easy, whore

I'm wavy, 'member you used to call me Peasy whore

Channel Peacoat, Canadian Sky Coat

Good work from the cartel, in a speed boat

Riches give me deepthroat, cuz I'm seein' C-Notes

Thank the man above, all my needs turned T-bone

Bill Cosby sweater, no Theo

Will you give a Michael Jackson boss(bars?) who really cares about Tito

Navy Com shit, nigga, playin' us that

You don't know if this jacket ball ain't a gat

I put niggas on they feet, took niggas off the street

You fuckin' the real ? , takin' pictures off the E

You niggas eatin' at Phelipe's, with a chicken wing budget

Ear rings(rears?) throw me bread, I gotta do ya thing budget

Shooter got a 'let-it-ring' budget

The shark can pay it off, if you go to jail, fuck it

I got Sixty two, money off the script with a flip

Money counta <<beep>>, she can hop up on my dick

Pull up like <<skeet>> I might hop out with ya bitch

F-ing go click when I empty out the clip

BOOM!

Thanks to killa b for correcting these lyrics