Quilly - Drive Thru lyrics

[Hook] Im stackin that money at PAL I beat my case at the trial Ima be here for a while She say that she lovin my style Trap house is open come Drive Thru Im servin them right out the drive thru Wow! Wow! [Verse 1] Whipping up the cakes Razor blade or plate I dont need no baggies Im just sellin weight I dont need no friends Long as my money straight I dont talk on the phone I just talk face to face Im countin these 100s and throwin these 1s I got paper on paper my money not done I got shooters on shooters so closet the gun Gotcha b**h at the telly she ready to cum Can't buy my jacket cuz its 1 on 1 I just f**ed dem b**hes then its one and done I just hit a lick I did that for fun I just got a bag and it weigh a ton [Hook] Im stackin that money at PAL I beat my case at the trial Ima be here for a while She say that she lovin my style Trap house is open come Drive Thru Im servin them right out the drive thru Wow! Wow! Im servin them right out the drive thru [Verse 2] Junkies at my door They just want some more n***as at my door hit em wit the .4 Hammers in the ceiling Ounces on the floor Gotta get this money sick of being poor Tired of these b**hes Tired of f** n***as Half a** trappas Tone wa**up wit em I got 500 pills Brought a new wheel Got a new house Cousin Got k**ed Rest in Peace my n***a Pour a lil liquor They told me when you get rich You supposed to bring the family witcha TRAP TRAP TRAP Weed Dope Crack Good bye Bottom, Never goin Back I'on know n***as, n***as know me I do my dirt by my lonely, No Codeine [Hook] Im stackin that money at PAL I beat my case at the trial Ima be here for a while She say that she lovin my style Trap house is open come Drive Thru Im servin them right out the drive thru Wow! Wow! Im servin them right out the drive thru