Quilly - Monster (freestyle) lyrics

5am why is these smokers still Callin n***as tried to take me out the game Im still Ballin 2500 for a verse is what im chargin Next month its gonn be a dime no Bargin I been Dickin down ya b**h from the rear I been plottin on ya b**h all year Circle small cuz you n***as all squares 12 for the sweatsuit n***a this my ball gear I put my b**hes on Uber I put my n***as on p**y Im tryna build a empire my b**h badder than Cookie I mean hot as Taraji that p**y wet as Dasani Sellin percs in the lobby I been exchanging Armani I send the money to Jails my n***a buy you some suits My n***a just came home Im bouta buy him some boots Im bouta do it real big n***a gimme the loot E and Reds Wit Truck Im bouta get me a coupe On the Road to Riches goin to Jail was my worst route Tell ya b**h we still got the sour and them percs out Pocket full of blue faces make me pull the smurfs out Just hit the gym on you b**hes and that workout Rappers washed up bubble bath get a tub for em n***as wanna live my lifestyle Young Thug on Em k**in these n***as Life support pull the plug on em I ain't really where i wanna be but I buzzed on Em 17 I was on the Greyhound My oldhead really flew them birds in from A-Town I came up Cuz I stayed down I made 20 thousand dollars in a playground Pill flippa, cake gaina I serve n***as, curve b**hes like waist trainas I put my Lawyer on his Feet Marshawn Lynch Im a Beast