9 Piece by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
New Wave 3? Already?
[Verse 1: Quilly]
I'm tryna get money every hour of my life
Dev to the left of me, Siah to the right
He told me I ain't gotta pay for sour ever in my life
BANG-BANG runnin' wild, still earnin' stripes
We got more than 4 9's, you catchin' bullets; Jerry Rice
I be movin' crack from the A.M. to the P.M
I wake up in the A.M. and you wake up in the P.M
I'm tryna cop a BM and a BM for my BM
Till' then I'm GGCing, they gon' help me go to war
United Nations and Koreans
I'm bout to build my own Rite Aid but no on T.M
Haines and Morton where you'll see me
You ain't drop a dime, he went to court wit a P.D
Shout out to Blumberg, free Turk
Nigga's really had that bread, I would of really dropped 30
We ain't go no ice, all we got is cribs and a couple squatters
Gamblin' wit white; throw dice
I got polished bars and the flow nice, rhymes mean
Delivery; bipolar type. You can ask stupid and get hit wit dums-dums
I drop cream of wheat and bring back a lump sum
Your Queen lookin' at me like she want some
"New Wave 3" nigga, I'm the young one
I'm always on my grind, never feelin' like I'm comfy
Ya'll was at Friday's, we on the block, hungry
Now, we not, 200 dollars worth of dutchies
And, 5 star restaurants when we get the munchies
We ain't droppin' dimes, we payin' bails
We coppin' 4's and droppin' 9's
Put a nigga on your head, shooter on your head
Drop of a dime; never mind
Blowin' pine, apple express, my mind, she a gold digger
I'ma goldmine, but I was just tryna fuck the whole time
I'm in the trap duckin' from (?)
If it ain't bout paper, save your convo
Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho
I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo
I'm in the trap duckin' from (?)
If it ain't bout paper, save your convo
Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho
I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo
New Wave 3? Already?
[Verse 1: Quilly]
I'm tryna get money every hour of my life
Dev to the left of me, Siah to the right
He told me I ain't gotta pay for sour ever in my life
BANG-BANG runnin' wild, still earnin' stripes
We got more than 4 9's, you catchin' bullets; Jerry Rice
I be movin' crack from the A.M. to the P.M
I wake up in the A.M. and you wake up in the P.M
I'm tryna cop a BM and a BM for my BM
Till' then I'm GGCing, they gon' help me go to war
United Nations and Koreans
I'm bout to build my own Rite Aid but no on T.M
Haines and Morton where you'll see me
You ain't drop a dime, he went to court wit a P.D
Shout out to Blumberg, free Turk
Nigga's really had that bread, I would of really dropped 30
We ain't go no ice, all we got is cribs and a couple squatters
Gamblin' wit white; throw dice
I got polished bars and the flow nice, rhymes mean
Delivery; bipolar type. You can ask stupid and get hit wit dums-dums
I drop cream of wheat and bring back a lump sum
Your Queen lookin' at me like she want some
"New Wave 3" nigga, I'm the young one
I'm always on my grind, never feelin' like I'm comfy
Ya'll was at Friday's, we on the block, hungry
Now, we not, 200 dollars worth of dutchies
And, 5 star restaurants when we get the munchies
We ain't droppin' dimes, we payin' bails
We coppin' 4's and droppin' 9's
Put a nigga on your head, shooter on your head
Drop of a dime; never mind
Blowin' pine, apple express, my mind, she a gold digger
I'ma goldmine, but I was just tryna fuck the whole time
I'm in the trap duckin' from (?)
If it ain't bout paper, save your convo
Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho
I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo
I'm in the trap duckin' from (?)
If it ain't bout paper, save your convo
Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho
I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo