Blessed Lil Intro lyrics

[Intro: Lil Quill]
sh*t, motherf*ckers wasn't f*ckin' with me when I was down bad
Now motherf*ckers wanna f*ck with me 'cause I'm up n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Ain't got sh*t for you lil b*tch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil b*tch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil b*tch
What the f*ck is you sayin' my n*gga?
I'ma pull up with bands my n*gga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give f*ck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that sh*t, I pull up with my shottas

[Interlude: Lil Quill]
I been in the streets ever since I was young n*gga
I grew up influenced by guns, I thought it was fun n*gga
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout you broke but you better go sit at the pond n*gga
sh*t, motherf*ckers wasn't f*ckin' with me when I was down bad
Now motherf*ckers wanna f*ck with me 'cause I'm up n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Ain't got sh*t for you lil b*tch
Finna go and put a brick on my wrist
Got a thirty in my clip lil b*tch
Shoot a hundred out the stick lil b*tch
What the f*ck is you sayin' my n*gga?
I'ma pull up with bands my n*gga
Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers
Give f*ck 'bout your partner
You talkin' that sh*t, I pull up with my shottas
[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
I swear they don't play
K di*k, hundred round drum, put the beam on your face
Swear they gon' spray
MAC-10 to the Glock-10, got an FN
I keep one in
I remember trapping at the Candler Inn
Selling point eight tryna get ten
I'm on Front Street tryna get in
Tryna push up in an S6 Benz
Never ever will I settle for less
I been flood the bezel now I flooded my chest
Scrape the bowl when I'm grippin' the TEC
You be dead when I'm whippin' the 'Vette lil n*gga
Mixin' up the medicine

[Interlude: Yung Mal]
Hello, yeah
Where you at lil bro?
sh*t I just pulled, up on my folks
Can you dig, I got all that, hell yeah
Say less, I'm finna pull up at the apartment right now

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I'm doin' the dash, finna get off on Collins
Same ticket I ain't droppin' no numbers
Saran wrap it, they can get the whole bundle
I'm bustin' they brain 'cause they come from the country
Fifty bands, n*gga all blue hundreds
Minivan, slide the door and they gunning
(mhm, n*gga already know how we comin' anyways)
No back and forth, these n*ggas know how we comin'
Them thirty rounds and them clips hold a hundred
I hustled hard 'cause I come up from nothin'
Bein' broke, it made me sick to my stomach
And you ain't gotta settle for less
I been through it all but I'm blessed
(young n*gga seen it all man, I seen the ups, I seen the downs)
The same sh*t make you lie, make you cry
n*ggas envy, gotta stay wih that fire
When you're in the street, n*gga do or you die
When you talk to him look that man in his eye
And I got some n*ggas doin' hard time
The judge, they fried him, damn
And I got some real n*ggas in the dirt
They dead and they gone, it ain't no rewinding
[Outro: Yung Mal]
Rest in peace, on some real n*ggas
Blessed as a motherf*cker man
You know, Lil Quill
You know we got a lot of sh*t on our plates now
Lot of sh*t goin' on
But ain't too much we can't handle, yeah