Hsh 5 (Intro) - Quilly

We on.

Uh, uh.

Turn me up.

Uh, roll up

Let me talk to em.

Uh, I’m right in tho

Uh

When we talkin' bout streets, you rappers never there

When we talkin' bout blocks nigga, I’m every where

If we was talkin' bout flows, they know I’m heavy there

If you was talkin' bout raw, I’ll bring that Eddie there

Don’t spin my block on some goofy shit;

that Desi there

They’ll leave you there wit candles lit and Teddy Bears

And we ain’t talkin' bout diss tracks, that chedda there

Besides that, I’m out here, they never there

Lets turn these thoughts into dollars, that powder in dollars

As long as it makes sense nigga, it make dollars

Let them hoes come wit the money, if not, holla

We in the dope spot, every hour on the Owl

We in the field like we scrimmaging

I’d have more niggas' on your top than Zimmerman

Sevens and some Timberlands, fitted and my long Johns

Ridin' wit this long 9;

pocket full of citizens

They told me «talk filthy» so I talk heavy

My youngins' front line and they all ready

I got a couple hitters, that’ll put some heat to you

I got this foreign bitch, she won’t even speak to you

They say we gettin' money, don’t know how to act now

We don’t need help when we in Saks now

We entering the club through the back now

Poppin' bottles wit the 40 and the MAC now