Jewels - Quilly

Uh, shit real nigga

Talk to em.

Uh, uh.

These niggas' too kool for school

Breakin' all the rules, 5 deep in a squadder, ridin wit a tool

Hustlin' for cash, livin' life fast

Played the let out on the ave, should of went to class

These young girls is rollin' around showing their ass

And any young boy wit a check, can prolly smash

Slow down fore' you crash, I’m just showin' love

Girl, you only 16, you don’t know love

Used to be a good girl, now you just a hot jawn

You don’t even listen to your mom cuz your pop gone

Your chest gettin' bigger, your thighs gettin' thicker

You posed' to be garbed up, you showin' off your figure

On instagram, I wonder why he like your pictures

All these bad bitches, what happened to my sisters?

Soon as I get my money right, I might not never sin

Coke price is high, the blocker hotter than it’s ever been

Free all my niggas' wit life that got them letters in

Hold your head til' you see the light;

Thomas Eddison

Back to back, 2 terms;

shout out to the President

Back to back, 2 Porsches in front of my residents

Shoot first then ask questions,;

never hesitant

I’m just here to raise hell;

flow heaven sent

Pounds of the green, keys of the soft

Makin' sure my niggas' got the keys to the loft

Take em all shoppin', do it all from rap

Remember in them days, we used to it off of crack

Sleepin' on the floor, fuckin' up my back

Now I’m in a King wit your Queen fuckin' from the back

Sour is the new coke, percs is the new crack

Take a 1,000 pills to the block;

run through that

Try to teach my young boys, but they think they’re grown

Until they’re cased up, now they’re on their own

Catchin' wreck for nothin', never comin' home

The clubs burnt out, every week, the same hoes

Bitch, I’m trapped out, every day;

the same clothes

Dropped 10 mixtapes, I just change flows

Right now, I’m feelin' like the hottest in the U.S.,

Moncler;

Blue Vest, Camero wit the 2s

Life gettin' finer, chows and benihanas

Furniture for my kid;

thousand dollar recliners

Snatchin' through the hood, 2 shooters behind us

Comin' up, I wanted everything designer

My mom did whatever to get it, I thank Tanya

Ladder’d up, 45, 40s and Llamas

Grass cut, still watchin' them Anacondas

Give me anybody, watch me eat em;

Jeffrey Dahmer

Nah mean?

Drop some jewels for the youngins'

See if they listen to me

«Haines Street Hustler 5»

Ha, long as I’m alive.

This fuckin' money nigga

Yeah.

Lets get it.

J Sparkz, I fuck wit you youngin'

You got that heat nigga.

Yup

Ha, I know, yup, I know