Pound Cake (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Quilly]
I'm goin' in cuz niggas' counted me out
Shaka Johnson on my case, why would they doubt?
He fought like Danny Garcia, hell of a bout
Now i'm fresh up out of jail, waves spinnin' on my scalp
Cake, Cake, Cake
Dough on em, two steppin' out of court
Terry O on them
Take these County blues off, put some clothes on him
You can say whatever bout me, never told on them
Tell on what? Tell on who?
You shoot a nigga, he shoot back and tell on you
They metros back on and the scale on too
Double F's on my feet, I got the belt on too
Coke get dropped, same spot as the spaghetti
Uptown but I be down North, eating Reddy's
Talk heavy, I'm so wavy, they wanna wet me
Louie backpack, full of gas like a Getty
Take a bitch to Neimans, she was used to rainbows
Block jumpin' like a Kangaroo on a Kangol
Gettin facetime, now your bitch wanna tango
On my 5s, talkin shit to your main hoe
Was gettin skinny, Quilly eat on niggas'
T-Boz, Left-Eye, Chilli ; creep on niggas'
Nigga's sweet, put my hands and my feet on niggas'
Signed a major deal with Spade just to see those figgas
I said, free my nigga Quill and free my nigga Mill
We was in that four door Porsche before the deal
Streets turned a nigga's heart cold, get the chills
Young diabetic, fight the pain with the pills
So east coast, you rappers is down south
Flow like 36 ounces in a drought
Pounds in the bed, quarter ounces in the couch
You just with him for the money
He a rat and you're a mouse
Hold up, hoes on my dick when I stroll up
P.O. on my piss, I can't even roll up
Drop a circle to the oil, krispy creame doughnuts
Just thinkin' bout the TRAP, make me wanna blow up
A dope [?} young boy, listen to your grown up
This that 96 Coogi flow, got it sewn up
If I stay down, we gon' be alright flow
Catch that early morning rush, all night flow
This that hot Tea for the frostbite flow
I will, you niggas might flow
Aquil everything but alright flow
Florida Evans, JJ Dynamite FLOW!
20,000 off pills, light flow
I just do it for the thrills, Mike flow
Flow like this could put a mill on it
Call the record label, tell them put your deal on it
Your pound cake ain't shit without Quill on it
I went to jail on some shit and I'm still on it
Sour to a Ferragamo
Quilly name ringin' from the bottom to the hollow
Shooters, BANG BANG, Desperado
I'm from Philly where the murder rate is like Chicago
Nigga's sell a couple dots now he think he Pablo
You don't like me but you go the mixtape, I know

I know..Yeah, baby I know..YEAAH
Kev, I'm back nigga. Right. Ha, turn me up though
Ha, I'm right in though!

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