Quilly DaVinci & Kj Tha Kidd - What You Gon Do?

Quilly where the base at?
Today finna be a good day
Now that I got your attention, I feel like Ben Simmons fuck nigga 'cus I do not play
I been ready for war any time any place
You get hit with the paws if you mess with the gang
Bitch I stay cookin' up put the pot on the flame
You know that I'm cleanin' my diamonds (lets go)
Honeycomb diamonds they bite (woah)
Honeycomb diamonds they bite (woah)
Honeycomb diamonds they sting like a bee
Honeycomb diamonds they fight (woah)
I got my honeycomb from Thomas Edison he decked it out with them lights (woah)
Honeycomb diamonds they bling
Honeycomb diamonds the bright (woah)
I hit ya bitch with the scoop
I'm feelin' notorious give me the loot
I hop out the Benz, I'm poppin' at you and you
Confused they don't know what to do ooh
Yo bro you need to break up wit yo hoe "For what?"
That bitch is a smooch
I'll ask you again
What you gon do?
When you see these .556 fly at you ooh
Why you doin' everything but mindin' ya business?
I keep breakin' these record like I wrote the Guinness
You ain't talkin' money I ain't finna listen
I'm just walkin' away 'fore you finish ya sentence
Got knocks in the party, they dodgin' and dippin'
They call me a god 'cus I fit the description
You ain't dodgin' these - lets be realistic
When I buss I got aim I don't need an extension
Kill shit on and off the field like OJ
I'm the nigga that pay the bills for the whole place
Cullinan Rolls, you smell the weed when the door swang
Give me a light lil Quilly blowin' like propane
I'm with ya wifey she wanna go both ways
Pop out at night we gon' get him at the door way
Young nigga ballin' like Jordan I'm all on the court, guess I'm back on my bullshit Ole
Hol' on hol' on hol' on I'm ready to go crazy
Uh let's get it (its Kj bitch!)
Straight off the top imma knock off his fitted
Let's get it keep a .22 clip Andrew Wiggins
I been pumpin' iron girl this not Planet Fitness
No acrobat let off his body start flippin'
You niggas confused how you suwoop and crippin'?
Can't bang red or blue, I don't do politicians
I heard he thought it's a game, well call this a cancelation when I cut his subscription
I been that nigga no kiddin' that aye
I been active can't beef on no internet aye
Aint no dribblin' when I start spinnin' back aye
Aint no pussy send shots imma send 'em back aye
Someone grab me my shades I hit him in broad day
Not talkin alphabet, stay with a K
Do you wanna play with yo life or do you wanna live?
The decision is yours like its May 1st
Shout out my nigga Jahhlu
Feel like Lil Yachty I shoot out the roof
Might buy me a Benz, I need me a boost
Been stackin' up blue you don't have a clue ooh ooh
What you gon' do?
When you see these .762's fly at you
Then I take a bitch and I'm knockin' her loose
I ask you again, what you gon' do? Ooh
.45 knock 'em out Tyson
Did this on my own terms I don't need a hype man
I don't need a .45 I know how to fight man
Feel like Floyd Money Mayweather without the hypin'
Fuck 'em up feel like I'm Street Fighter, Bison
On the attack bitch I feel like a titan
Pickin' shit off like lil buddy a titan
I'm on my domain expansion no Jujutsu Kaisen
Aye I'm on my domain expansion no Jujutsu Kaisen
Aye pick that boy up just like a titan
Street fighter feelin' like Bison
I'm done with this shit, ha

Written by:
Aquil Laibhen, Kyle Parrish

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