Quilly DaVinci - Five Star

I told y'all niggas is gonna get scary man
This shit is over
Quilly where the bass at?

Pullin up hop out the whip lil Quilly goin' dummy
Dialect, green in my speech nigga I talk money
How come he don't speak bout no commas, that nigga talk funny
Four Seasons do not disturb, please don't talk to me
'Cus I'm on that paper chasin' route nigga
I got cash flow and yo money in a drought nigga
Imma asshole when my demons comin' out nigga
Why you mad though? you just hatin' for the clout nigga, my god
I been in the jungle with the lions and the pythons
Niggas cannot rap but I let bygones be bygones
Ball so hard bitch I get my A.I. on
You can tell what I'm on
I'm hot with my ice on
My energy be shinin' with the lights off
Spit like Faboloso but I clean up like I'm Lysol
If shit start going left then I just gotta make the right call
Shot caller big boss
I will get you picked off
Please don't get me ticked off
I don't give a fuck, I feel like R. Kelly how I leave you niggas pissed off
Get pissed on
After she done seein' what my wrist on
She a trippin down to nothin' but a pink thong
Going through the struggle with my brothers, gotta stay strong
I can't let nobody cook me bitch I stay raw
You wanna compare watches? That's a face off
Elon Musk nigga, yea I'm tryna take off
Real talk
You don't want no smoke with me that chopper sing like Jodeci
She notice me
Imma put that D all in her ovaries
Come over to my side and imma show you just how cold it be
Hard to keep ya homeostasis when you as cold as me
I told her ain't nobody over me
It's DaVinci
All my niggas wit me
How you niggas so broke you can't pay attention
Tell you how it is nigga sit down and listen

You don't really do this you a try hard
Every time I drop they give me five stars
Nigga you know ain't no stoppin' shit when I start
When I feature they skippin' to my part
This shit is five stars
Every time I drop a nigga climb charts, yeah yeah
This shit is five stars
Everything is five stars

Diamonds on my neck, ouu
She fuck with the set, ouu
She said she want sex but
I just want a check, ouu
Go crazy on the beat swear there's something wrong with my mental
A Backwood and studio time is my credentials
Quilly where the bass at?
Take a L and face that
I produce my own shit
No you cannot take that
Can't wait 'till I can hop up and the leer and just lay back
That's 'gon be a dream, gettin' cream, where the cake at?
Don't mean to kill these rappin' niggas but I do it if I need it
If you talk like you the greatest gotta rap 'till they believe you
Bitch DaVinci cannot stop I need the guap, I got a clear view
I be speedin' to the money with you niggas in my rear view
I told my mama don't stress don't worry
Put myself in the game need a jersey
You would think a nigga trappin' the way I'm servin' this dope to the mic
Like I'm Conrad Murray

You don't really do this you a try hard
Every time I drop they give me five stars
Nigga you know ain't no stoppin' shit when I start
When I feature they skippin' to my part
This shit is five stars
Every time I drop a nigga climb charts, yeah yeah
This shit is five stars
Everything is five stars

Make ya dance to this aye
Make ya dance to this aye
Yeah yeah make ya dance to this
Aye yeah
Make ya dance to this aye
Yeah yeah
Make ya dance to this aye uhh
Make ya dance to this yeah
Make ya dance to this yeah
Make ya dance to this yeah

Written by:
Aquil Laibhen

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