[Chorus: Quilly]

Bottles all night, I don't even drink

Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink

Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope

Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke

Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back

Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped

No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that?

No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?



[Verse 1: Quilly]

First and last name, why you tell em that?

Pookie runnin' to me like I'm sellin' crack

You don't even hustle, you just hold the pack

Brand new "K" wit the shoulder strap

Know where his momma stay cuz you told em that

My hitters goin' in, they ain't holdin' back

Pocket full of 100's like I'm sellin' dope

Smellin' like the sour, I don't even smoke

A lot of niggas' told cuz they couldn't wait

They sat me in that room but I didn't break

Bitch, I'm not a rapper, most these rappers fake

You think I'm a trapper cuz I'm gettin' cake

Servin' niggas' in the county, servin different states

If it's all love, why do niggas' hate?

These bottles for the hoes, I don't even drink

I'm just tryna drain a 4 in the kitchen sink



[Chorus: Quilly]

Bottles all night, I don't even drink

Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink

Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope

Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke

Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back

Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped

No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that?

No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?



[Verse 2: Spade-O]

Fiends around the block, yeah, I'm sellin' dope

Presidential shit, yeah, bitch, I'm sellin' hope

I laugh in niggas' faces like they're tellin' jokes

30-30, long range wit the telescope

Spade-O & Quilly, yeah, it's our year

Extended magazine in my moncler

I got no fear, my team like the Spartans

Oh yeah, I dropped 15 in Neiman Marcus

And, dropped 10 more, and, I ain't even think about it

Merc a nigga, hop in my bed, don't lose a wink about it

36 O's in the pot,I add the baking Powder

Then, put it out on the block, we took the shake up out it

I'm still a rapper, I'm still a trapper

I ball up bitches and toss em like shitty pampers

I move weight, I talk heavy to everybody

Prince of Bel-Air, it's black bottles for everybody



[Chorus: Quilly]

Bottles all night, I don't even drink

Shoot you in your face, I won't even blink

Dope boy knot but I don't sell dope

Phone keep ringin' like I sell coke

Hear it in my voice, you can tell I'm back

Ladder pokin' out, you can tell I'm strapped

No, I'm not a trapper, why you tell em that?

No, I'm not a rapper, why you tell em that?