0-100 by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
Oh, this that 0 to 100?
(turn me up a lil' bit)
[Bridge: Quilly]
Fuck bein on some chill shit
I just made a couple thousand from a pill flip
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Came home, got everybody on their Quill shit
I go 0 to a 100 on em; real quick
He hot in philly, can he really blow? C4
I go 0 to 100 like a G4
First of all, I don't fuck wit niggas'
I feel like Donald Sterling; might chill wit a couple niggas'
When was it cool to be a weirdo? Man, wassup wit niggas'?
I'm blockin' calls like these bitches and be done wit niggas'
You the type to blow my high and I'm not high
I be Instagram ready when I'm not fly
You ain't a killa lil homie, you a cop spy
You be shootin' in the air like a pop fly
Make me snatch a nigga chain and go 50 on em
Niggas' still be lookin' shy wit that Glizzy on em
I put that work in; 9 to 5, I get busy on em
You might see me; Ferragamo or that Fendi on em
In the court, she turned to Minnie and you Mickey on em
Goofy shit, I'm killin' shit, them out of towners turn me up like
"who is this?"
Aw man, is that nigga from the east side
After I hit, she get the deuces like a peace sign
2,500 pills in the Nissan
Any unknown caller, gettin' declined
Dam, 800 for the Denim
I already cut the grass, I'm just watchin' for the Venom
They say "Quilly hot, why he keep catchin' cases"
I got smokers hittin' rocks, makin' Stevie J faces
Rappers ain't fuckin' wit me and they know it's real
I go 0 to 100; Tyson//Holyfield
Call the cops me, I go Rodney King on you
Try to swing on me, I'ma pull that thing on, ring on you
I should win a grammy for the shit I give em lately
Cookin' up; Chef Ramsey, in the kitchen wit it baby
I'm on my Lil Reese; 300 drill shit
You better hope the cops come for you real quick
I'll have some Ahki's bang on like Olajuwon
Shoot you in your cross, you won't make it pass Ramadan
Oh lord! I really know my worth
Everybody want a feature but they can't afford the verse
You ain't even war ready cuz you can't afford a hearse
Even when my phone dead, it be poppin' like the first
Dam!
[Verse 2: Kur]
I'm on some new shit, I ain't dissin' niggas'
Spent your rent money on my denim nigga
Stop fraudin, that ain't Balmains
You went to South Street, who is you kiddin' nigga?
Treat my sister like a princess nigga
And treat these bitches just like bitches nigga
The only way I'm showin' up to any party
If you let me come in wit my pistol nigga
Tell me what's the issue nigga?
Fuck you tryna get into nigga?
Pop so many percs like I got back problems
Had these bitches thinkin' I was cripple nigga
I treat all my bitches like a auction nigga
Let my niggas' bid, then I off em nigga
I tell (?) to pick up all my bitches
If she ain't fuckin' then she walkin' nigga
What the fuck you niggas' talkin nigga?
Bitches tell me I'm so awesome nigga
I'm the same Kur who couldn't wash his ass
Now I buy that shit, fuck what it cost me nigga
A lot of niggas' rappin and it's pointless
Nobody fuckin' wit me, can't beat me then join me
You know I'm smoother than an ointment
Want a verse? Make an appointment
None of these rappers is my equal nigga
That's why they keep askin' for features nigga
Ya'll need me, I don't need your niggas
(?) I can't wait until they free you nigga
Why you grillin'? Fix your damn face
Niggas' telllin' lies and it sounds great
Scared I'm gonna put you in a fuckin' song
Come on bitch, I'm done with pound cakes
Oh, this that 0 to 100?
(turn me up a lil' bit)
[Bridge: Quilly]
Fuck bein on some chill shit
I just made a couple thousand from a pill flip
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Came home, got everybody on their Quill shit
I go 0 to a 100 on em; real quick
He hot in philly, can he really blow? C4
I go 0 to 100 like a G4
First of all, I don't fuck wit niggas'
I feel like Donald Sterling; might chill wit a couple niggas'
When was it cool to be a weirdo? Man, wassup wit niggas'?
I'm blockin' calls like these bitches and be done wit niggas'
You the type to blow my high and I'm not high
I be Instagram ready when I'm not fly
You ain't a killa lil homie, you a cop spy
You be shootin' in the air like a pop fly
Make me snatch a nigga chain and go 50 on em
Niggas' still be lookin' shy wit that Glizzy on em
I put that work in; 9 to 5, I get busy on em
You might see me; Ferragamo or that Fendi on em
In the court, she turned to Minnie and you Mickey on em
Goofy shit, I'm killin' shit, them out of towners turn me up like
"who is this?"
Aw man, is that nigga from the east side
After I hit, she get the deuces like a peace sign
2,500 pills in the Nissan
Any unknown caller, gettin' declined
Dam, 800 for the Denim
I already cut the grass, I'm just watchin' for the Venom
They say "Quilly hot, why he keep catchin' cases"
I got smokers hittin' rocks, makin' Stevie J faces
Rappers ain't fuckin' wit me and they know it's real
I go 0 to 100; Tyson//Holyfield
Call the cops me, I go Rodney King on you
Try to swing on me, I'ma pull that thing on, ring on you
I should win a grammy for the shit I give em lately
Cookin' up; Chef Ramsey, in the kitchen wit it baby
I'm on my Lil Reese; 300 drill shit
You better hope the cops come for you real quick
I'll have some Ahki's bang on like Olajuwon
Shoot you in your cross, you won't make it pass Ramadan
Oh lord! I really know my worth
Everybody want a feature but they can't afford the verse
You ain't even war ready cuz you can't afford a hearse
Even when my phone dead, it be poppin' like the first
Dam!
[Verse 2: Kur]
I'm on some new shit, I ain't dissin' niggas'
Spent your rent money on my denim nigga
Stop fraudin, that ain't Balmains
You went to South Street, who is you kiddin' nigga?
Treat my sister like a princess nigga
And treat these bitches just like bitches nigga
The only way I'm showin' up to any party
If you let me come in wit my pistol nigga
Tell me what's the issue nigga?
Fuck you tryna get into nigga?
Pop so many percs like I got back problems
Had these bitches thinkin' I was cripple nigga
I treat all my bitches like a auction nigga
Let my niggas' bid, then I off em nigga
I tell (?) to pick up all my bitches
If she ain't fuckin' then she walkin' nigga
What the fuck you niggas' talkin nigga?
Bitches tell me I'm so awesome nigga
I'm the same Kur who couldn't wash his ass
Now I buy that shit, fuck what it cost me nigga
A lot of niggas' rappin and it's pointless
Nobody fuckin' wit me, can't beat me then join me
You know I'm smoother than an ointment
Want a verse? Make an appointment
None of these rappers is my equal nigga
That's why they keep askin' for features nigga
Ya'll need me, I don't need your niggas
(?) I can't wait until they free you nigga
Why you grillin'? Fix your damn face
Niggas' telllin' lies and it sounds great
Scared I'm gonna put you in a fuckin' song
Come on bitch, I'm done with pound cakes