On Some Shit by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly & Filthy Rich]
Aw yeah (hey, Filthy, what up!?)
Stand up nigga (no doubt)
We gon' get this bag!
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood right? Catch you on some shit
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
[Verse 1: Quilly]
You could let a nigga eat wit you, he still tuckin'
You could give that bitch the whole world, she still fuckin'
Popcorn it, 62 it, the pot bustin', straight oil
Smokers skinny as David Ruffin
Haines Street Hustler, catch the smoke right out the muffler
You a dick rider, block hopper, cock (?)
5 30s like after (?) my shot disgusting, 6 Os of tussin'
Don't touch me, baby, I'm touchin'
17, Filthy gave me a quarter brick, told me to "run wit it"
"Just holla at me, when you're done wit it, let's have fun wit it"
I'm in the field like a scrimmage, crack house; landlords
Smokers is the tenants, made a quarter mill of (?)
Ask Pun, ask (?) ask Big, I'm a trapper turned rapper
That's word to my adlibs
I dropped that Egg foo young and bring that Wok back out
I'm in my feelings bitch, percs makin' my mood change
(?) in the Glizzy, Lil Uzi wrapped around boot strings
Red bottom walkin', new kicks; Liu Kang
I got that PNB Rock in the pot; no new lane
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
[Verse 2: Filthy Rich]
They call me "F" (?) off the (?) nigga naw
No stains on my jersey, nothin' like ya'll
I do it for them dudes shackled, behind the walls
They praying Hilary do what she say and change the laws
And, I ain't bout to rap bout no flashy fly shit
I'm chasin' right now, really ain't got shit
My name, my word, my balls, that's it
This shit real for real, keep that ladder on my hip
Impatient in the hood, lot of niggas' frustrated
Either the powder losing or numbers outrageous
Got inboxes, 30s the teenagers, arms artillery
9s and 12 gauges. Stop worryin' bout him nigga
Go get yours, try better yourself, identify yourself
You're not a boss till' you make it to where your whole team floss
If I don't know shit else, I know shooters win wars
Do your homework nigga, nothin' less than real
It's like Philly been soft since Drake crushed Meek Mill
I'm tryna restore the (?), (?) or the steel
Got lawyer money, bail and I drafted my wheel
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? Catch you on some shit
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
Aw yeah (hey, Filthy, what up!?)
Stand up nigga (no doubt)
We gon' get this bag!
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood right? Catch you on some shit
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
[Verse 1: Quilly]
You could let a nigga eat wit you, he still tuckin'
You could give that bitch the whole world, she still fuckin'
Popcorn it, 62 it, the pot bustin', straight oil
Smokers skinny as David Ruffin
Haines Street Hustler, catch the smoke right out the muffler
You a dick rider, block hopper, cock (?)
5 30s like after (?) my shot disgusting, 6 Os of tussin'
Don't touch me, baby, I'm touchin'
17, Filthy gave me a quarter brick, told me to "run wit it"
"Just holla at me, when you're done wit it, let's have fun wit it"
I'm in the field like a scrimmage, crack house; landlords
Smokers is the tenants, made a quarter mill of (?)
Ask Pun, ask (?) ask Big, I'm a trapper turned rapper
That's word to my adlibs
I dropped that Egg foo young and bring that Wok back out
I'm in my feelings bitch, percs makin' my mood change
(?) in the Glizzy, Lil Uzi wrapped around boot strings
Red bottom walkin', new kicks; Liu Kang
I got that PNB Rock in the pot; no new lane
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah
[Verse 2: Filthy Rich]
They call me "F" (?) off the (?) nigga naw
No stains on my jersey, nothin' like ya'll
I do it for them dudes shackled, behind the walls
They praying Hilary do what she say and change the laws
And, I ain't bout to rap bout no flashy fly shit
I'm chasin' right now, really ain't got shit
My name, my word, my balls, that's it
This shit real for real, keep that ladder on my hip
Impatient in the hood, lot of niggas' frustrated
Either the powder losing or numbers outrageous
Got inboxes, 30s the teenagers, arms artillery
9s and 12 gauges. Stop worryin' bout him nigga
Go get yours, try better yourself, identify yourself
You're not a boss till' you make it to where your whole team floss
If I don't know shit else, I know shooters win wars
Do your homework nigga, nothin' less than real
It's like Philly been soft since Drake crushed Meek Mill
I'm tryna restore the (?), (?) or the steel
Got lawyer money, bail and I drafted my wheel
[Chorus: Quilly]
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich
You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit
You know this my hood, right? Catch you on some shit
I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip
This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip
How many licks do it take to get a brick?
Aww, yeah