Quilly - Top Carrier Lyrics

Quilly "Top Carrier" Lyrics.

Yes sir (Ah)

You understand me? (Turn me up, turn me up, I got ‘em)

Verse

Quilly keep gettin’ better and better (I am)

In my prime, bitch, I feel like Mayweather

I ain’t battlin’ wit’ Conor McGregor (I’m not)

Runnin’ shit, Quilly Nebuchadnezzar (Hahaha)

Think they fuckin’ wit’ me, they could never (Never)

Niggas light, I’m too witty and clever (I’m smart)

Wrote this shit with some ink and a feather

Wrote this shit in the back of the Tesla

How the fuck I’ma battle a wrestler? (How?)

But it’s cool, he gon’ leave on a stretcher (Stretcher)

Don’t be comin’ for me Uncle Fester

Type of bitches I fuck, you could never

These Amiri, professional dresser

Half a brick and some ice in my dresser

I be doin’ the most, not the lesser (Check)

My phone rockin’ and rollin’ off hard

Chasin’ ? but they be dancin’ wit’ stars (Oh)

Holdin’ dick and jugglin’ balls

? they softer than Chico DeBarge

Glizzy on me, I’m takin’ the charge (Ah)

How you go from Minaj to Milano? (Dummy)

Homicide, niggas die by McDonald’s (Die)

Martin Luther Meek, Ronald McDonald

Farrakhan when I solve all the problems (He a turkey)

Nelson Mandela, panic and watch ‘em

We was outside an old smelly condo

My young boy had to rock it like Rondo

We will beat down your block like a congo (You know that)

Where the fuck is ? when you need him?

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They gon’ have to team up to defeat ‘em

Only wanted me, they got a three ‘em

If Meek don’t wanna ball, who gon’ DM?

How the sin of city, niggas know that

Put some red on your body like Kodak

Randall Cunningham, cock it and throw that

We ain’t got no revolvers like kojack

Weak Maleek, the whole South Philly know that

Bitch, my block and my body, you know that

I was all down the ?, you know that

You was never uptown and you know that (Facts)

Can’t come around, you a target out here

I play the field like a garden out here

Most of your people still starvin’ out here

Quilly went Marvin, a martian out here

I’m in machines, ain’t no walkin’ out here (Not at all)

Yeah, how you catchin’ these bullets like Julio?

Drinkin’ TEC, what the fuck is Don Julio?

Suckin’ dick, you don’t even know who to know blow

Niggas had the frog eyes in the studio (Bitchin’)

Fried like the pack right now

Quilly on fire, we’re on set right now

But I got cuh smokin’ on packs right now (Oh)

My flow on a whole ‘nother echelon (Turn it up)

? don’t fall like a leprechaun

Juicy went and signed Ab, you ain’t let him shine

We could talk ‘bout some shit, fuck it, never mind

Bitch, you trendin’ all over America (America)

When it come to Philly, I’ma carrier (Carrier)

Bring ‘em all, you know the more the merrier

Spinnin’ blocks with Ciroc to a terrier

Shakin’ and lockin’ on niggas (Lockin’)

Yeah, you big but I’m Pac to these niggas

I’m on go, I ain’t stoppin’ on niggas

This like a rerun, I’m pop-lockin’ on niggas (Pop-lockin’ on niggas)

Outro

Hear that? He still was poppin’ his shit

He still was talkin’ his shit

He still was poppin’ out

He still was slidin’

He still was doin’ him

We never expected him to be a killer

All we expected from Quilly was to be a talented fucker, rapper, bro

Ayy, cuz, what the fuck?

Ayy, cuz, put your cuz on, man

You got O’Melly ridin’ round in scat packs man?

You ain’t even O’Smelly no more, nigga, you Mr. Scat Pack, nigga, huh

We’re fully loaded over here, nigga, vroom

Hahaha, you heard that shit, nigga, vroom

We fully loaded, nigg, you Mr. Scat Pack, nigga, huh

Lookin’ angry all day, nigga

Ain’t y’all rich, nigga, why the fuck you lookin’ angry, nigga?

Angry bird, nigga, smile, hahahaha

I been off you niggas, y’all niggas a joke, aha

Ahh, y’all niggas sick

Y’all gotta do somethin’ now though, ha

All that “Shoot ‘em up” shit y’all be talkin’ ha

Huh? Pop out nigga

I’on wanna hear that rich shit, nigga

Nigga, we in the trenches, nigga

? that rich shit, nigga, ahh

You niggas mad, y’all big mad

Put your hype man on, he lookin’ bad

O’Smelly, you better not get evicted neither, nigga

That’s ya last eviction notice too, on that situation too

I know where you at, nigga

We pulled up, we outside, nigga, pop out

Y’all niggas-, I’m givin’ y’all niggas culture

Y’all niggas sound like Quilly

Y’all try and dress like Quilly

Rap like Quilly, or tryin’ to, hahaha

Step it the fuck up