Lil Quill, Yung Mal - Back @ It lyrics

I gotta sleep with that 40
I gotta pee with that 40 no cap

Come on iceburg big quill
 we turn the motherfucking temperature
Please don’t think shit sweet cause we
Signed us a deal
Get yo ass hit with that Dillinger
Walk in the bank they already knowing us
Check, cleared we sign our signature
Niggas switch up
They faded right out of the picture
Me and my brother, stuck together forever
New spot new car everyday
Brand new cheddar championship
We popping like Bel-Air, gotta thank God
Boy the whole squad doing better
Heart so cold neck frozer then frigid air
Gotta lot of money but the
Hood niggas still there
Still on that bullshit no nigga get no spare
We passing these hoes I swear we don’t care

Bout dey feelings cause we drop
The top on ceiling double R hit the gas cost
A cool quarter million
Alexander McQueen just to push start ignition
Got the emerald cut on the bitch
It got 3D dimension and free my dawg meek he
Got three different sentences
Gang started back and they put me against it
Iceberg got the Glock with
The beam and extensions
Give a fuck what you heard 'cause
You see I be getting it
Hoe, Tom Ford on my frames I
Can't see out my lenses
So many bands in my pants
And they D&G like really, bitch
Shit it get deep in these trenches
Get beat out your britches, g
No cap, you never seen me with 50s
Know better the trap at the
Phone keep on ringing
Two double G fit's, came from 15 at Lennox
He better not start cause my
Youngin gone finish it nigga want smoke
Cause they gotta treat me like a chimney

Mhm niggas so hot when I stop
Got 'em asking for pictures
Niggas so black like a pastor
I look like a bachelor
Spot got a hundred hoes in
No I’m not worry bout a nigga
That hatin if they want it
Know I shoot like my name Cole Bennet
So many hundred on hundreds on top each other
They bust out my motherfuckin' skinnies
They ask about Quill
No I don’t know where he at
He somewhere counting up a Milli
You know that’s my blood
My twin We identical
We fucking on twins they say they biological
I was on block now they see me on articles
Right on her knees
That’s where your daughter go
Blow him away leave no particles
I don’t got no top on this auto-mo
Ice berg colder then Antarctica
Big body, let's valet park it

So many pounds in back feel like I
Just then grew me a garden
We private jet, we departed
I got yo bitch, she get naughty
We rolling weed and I’m for it
I’m on the beat I won’t
Sleep till the morning
Double C on my feet, Louis V on my garment
He, ain’t bout that shit he rappin' bout
We never seen him in 'partments
G wagon seats in the rarri
We just got paid to go party
Invest that bag in my shortys
I keep that carbine not arguing
I’m going sleep with that 40
I gotta pee with that 40
I’m in the meeting with that 40
Rock custom made drip, not no Nautica
Times Square price so I land in LaGuardia
Let’s get it