NW4 (Freestyle)

*Batcave Studio*

[Verse 1: Quilly]

They got me in my snap bag, I guess this what the fuck they wanted
4 circles, 4 P's, my shot a couple hundred
I'm tryna score before the shot clock; a couple dozen
Even if my family ratted, I don't fuck wit cousin
I be in the trap spot, baggin' candy
They show me love in hip hop, my bitch as bad as Yandy
Look through my contacts, all you see is smokers
And a couple real niggas', I deleted the jokers
I play the strip; Magic City/Onyx; strokers
My youngins' runnin wild, they just squeezin toasters
Whistle always in their hand like they don't need a holster
I'm a paper soldier and you cousin "E"; a reefa roller
My name ringin' through the whole city
I got players from Uptown to O-City
Sippin' on Peach Circoc like I know Diddy
I smoke a lot of gas and do the track so shitty
Show me love like Nas or hate me now
Silencer on the pound, it won't make a sound
Sound? Nah, nigga we spray the pound
(?) bitch we lay em down

[Hook: Quilly]

I can talk about the streets, I can tell you bout me
I'll tell you one thing, I'ma motherfuckin' "G"
I can tell you bout streets, I can tell about me
I'll tell you one thing, I'ma motherfuckin' "G"
1 E.Y.E., one thing about me
A nigga run the streets, I don't ever get no sleep
1 E.Y.E., one thing about me
A nigga run the streets, I don't ever get no sleep
Leggo