What’s My Name

[Intro: Quily]
Ok, Quilly Millz, New Wave. I'm right in

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Oh nah nah, what's my name?
Gettin' money, give a fuck about what's their name
They say I act hood but my hoods the blame
But I come from the hood, where we push them things
Get high, fried, Haze cook my brain
Rather hopping out the squadder
Or hopping out the range
I ain't dead or change baby, how can I complain?
A couple years ago, I was hopping out the train
Now I'm in the lane doin' 180, it's a shame
Hopping out of S's, lays be the freshest
[?] pray allah send me blessings
I gotta get my momma out the hood
And she stressing
Gotta keep protection, from these females
16 learned a lesson, never show affection
Break them down, I don't fuck around, no foreplay
Early in the morning cuz I came off the porch late
50 of the sour to the face, get my thoughts straight
Steak, Tilapia, Lamb, no pork plates
Waiting till' I hopping out the Lamb with the foreign plates
Speed off, leave niggas' with the poor face (Ewww)
Started off with an 8Ball (Ewww)
Then I had to gain more weight
Headline so I came in the door late
If you want me rap, I need more cake
Ill guy, in the lab; Bill Nye
Married to the game, stack cake real high
Days Inn, bitches never seen my room
Haze in, so we blowing like a Typhoon
Quarter million downloads on the ITunes
Spend money real fast, I'ma die soon
Yeah, you're damn right nigga
I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like niggas

Yeah, I sound like Quilly, I don't sound like niggas
Dam right nigga, I don't sound like niggas

[Verse 2]

What you smoking on? That la la?
Presidential shit; Obama
Get hit with the cannon or the Llama
I don't affiliate myself with the drama
I'm repping Philly the eagles
I trap like its legal
I'm smoking the Diesel, I'm selling Yola to people
I'm bully and broad street
I ain't floating with Sigel
I'm from the gutter
Crack pipes, Dutch guts and needles
No personals, no hickies now
It was fuck me then, you wanna fuck me now?
I came a long way from them dickies now
They used to hate your dog, they Mike Vick me now
Ok, I'm drinking Henny straight
Haze coming through my nose
And I don't do the Rose, I buy it for my hoes
You can smell the aroma coming out the vanilla
Underwear, undershirt, socks lord and Taylor
Make sales for my niggas, pay bails for my niggas
My niggas' Kevin Hart, pin the tail on these niggas'
And when I'm on the 30, I do these niggas' dirty
I kill them, I ain't going back to 4th like a birdie
I'm out here