Drive-Thru - Quilly

Im stackin that money at PAL

I beat my case at the trial

Ima be here for a while

She say that she lovin my style

Trap house is open come Drive Thru

Im servin them right out the drive thru

Wow!

Wow!

Whipping up the cakes

Razor blade or plate

I dont need no baggies

Im just sellin weight

I dont need no friends

Long as my money straight

I dont talk on the phone

I just talk face to face

Im countin these 100s and throwin these 1s

I got paper on paper my money not done

I got shooters on shooters so closet the gun

Gotcha bitch at the telly she ready to cum

Can’t buy my jacket cuz its 1 on 1

I just fucked dem bitches then its one and done

I just hit a lick I did that for fun

I just got a bag and it weigh a ton

Im stackin that money at PAL

I beat my case at the trial

Ima be here for a while

She say that she lovin my style

Trap house is open come Drive Thru

Im servin them right out the drive thru

Wow!

Wow!

Im servin them right out the drive thru

Junkies at my door They just want some more

Niggas at my door hit em wit the .4

Hammers in the ceiling Ounces on the floor

Gotta get this money sick of being poor

Tired of these bitches

Tired of fuck niggas

Half ass trappas

Tone wassup wit em

I got 500 pills

Brought a new wheel

Got a new house

Cousin Got killed

Rest in Peace my nigga

Pour a lil liquor

They told me when you get rich

You supposed to bring the family witcha

TRAP TRAP TRAP

Weed Dope Crack

Good bye Bottom, Never goin Back

I’on know niggas, Niggas know me

I do my dirt by my lonely, No Codeine

Im stackin that money at PAL

I beat my case at the trial

Ima be here for a while

She say that she lovin my style

Trap house is open come Drive Thru

Im servin them right out the drive thru

Wow!

Wow!

Im servin them right out the drive thru