Pirelli is the standout single from QUADRY’s new LP, Malik Ruff.
During the track, the ambitious Baton Rouge-based rapper talks about his current lifestyle and the lifestyle he aspires to reach one day alongside his homies.
[Verse 1]
I was thinking with the seat back (Seat back)
I was riding shotgun, Mike probably got one
We was on the way back (Stop for the way back)
From the other side used to frolic out of bounds
Now we moving and we stay strapped (Movin' and we stay strapped)
I wonder where the time went
I wasn't scared of dying 'til Cortland passed, then Josh lost Ray, shit was goin' bad
It can go our way, if we do the math
Accolades erase the pain we have
Maybe shine a light on what we going through
And show the broken youth it's another path, but
I been thinking bout a purpose, like
Is the shit really worth it, and
Is the end only perfect, but
Me and my niggas still swervin' like
[Chorus]
Hunnid [?]
Gotta take care of fam 'cause their lives on my mind
I be hot, goddamn, I be glad I'm alive
With the pot, that's that and the purp, give me time
Give me time, two years, talk shit, primetime
Who he is, who he is, where he at, where he from
And my top way back and my seat down low
'Cause the air don't work that's how everybody-
[Verse 2]
Now on Mount Hollywood (What up, what up)
What up, bro? What's really good? (Out my face, bruh)
Lil' country nigga tryna shock the culture game over
Came over
Stay focused, make the shit stay twerkin'
I got work to do
I can't fuck with you
Got deadlines to meet
Got mom on line 2
So talking to me is money, money moves
Money, pussy and weed, oh (How are you?)
A [?] and coffee for those hungry for more
A hive filled up with honey I'm risking taking a poke
I'll get somewhere by trying rather than staying broke
Y'all niggas rather by high and rhymin' in the dark
But I was born to star, can't hide who you are
I should buy a foreign car, right?
But you know Quad never doing what you want
On that thinking out the box like
[Chorus]
Hunnid [?]
Gotta take care of fam 'cause their lives on my mind
I be hot, goddamn, I be glad I'm alive
With the pot, that's that and the purp, give me time
Give me time, two years, talk shit, primetime
Who he is, who he is, where he at, where he from
And my top way back and my seat down low
'Cause the air don't work that's how everybody-