Quilly - Bands (Freestyle) lyrics

(Freestyle) Fish Scale on the Block we Goin Fishing Ain't nothin on it though the work skinny-dippin Put it in the pot call it synchronizing swimming Next Day 20k bussin out My Linen I ain't got this Glock for nothin n***a I Send dem All these bad b**hes get curved after i bend dem n***as think they f**in wit Quilly it ain't there though These n***as you think thurl they all weirdos I get a baldy k** you let my hair grow I stand in the Field by myself like A Scarecrow I used to fronted stack packs bringin nickel packs Now I send n***as Outta town bring me triple back Yea! I made myself a boss I used to want lo but i settled for lacoste Doctor give me lean, I make myself cough I ain't know how to pitch I made myself tall If I get the drop you get sent to the sky I send n***as in ya crib Xfinity Live Fake trap n***as talkin bout flippin dem pies They ain't even touch pastries Im sicker than lies I gotcha b**h at the loft slidin dick up her thighs These b**hes givin up the puss They shoulda listened to Piles n***a you Rue Paul I can see the b**h in ya eyes Remind me of Bruce Jenner Just A b**h in Disguise I make a smoker wipe my wheel off, give em advice a .20 piece then i Peel off If I'on owe my publishing I cut the whole deal off Just left Phlipe's and i Knocked my whole Meal off Quilly Eatin good no more PB&J'S Them labels knockin on my door cuz they Seee the Wave Im gettin paid for the walkthrough My shooter gettin paid for the drive by I told this b**h jump she said " how high" ? My n***as smokin on Ivory like How High My face on the bus see me every time you look up Billboard fox 29 these n***as shook up Read between the lines n***a scared to pick a book up Coke so good you get high from the cook up n***a we can go to war like Afghanistan Ciroc lifestyle but I came from Amsterdam I carry tools like a handyman, Spin ya block with all my cousins in a family van