Script Talk
[Intro: Quilly]
County boy for real, nigga
You niggas' just started this shit
You know we talk that script talk, that script talk
Aye, big bro, what's up with these niggas' man?
You know we talk that script talk, that script talk

[Hook: Quilly]
Had to step my hustle up, I started hand to hand
Took it to the county, told my man, I had a plan
100 for a gram, a dollar every miligram
If I said I tripled up, you wouldn't even understand

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Back when crack was what these pills are
So many 30s, can't even fit in my pill jar
We don't hit it, we don't even take the seals off
No wholesale, I'm knocking every pill off
Mgp qualitest, that's that shit that I don't like
Keep a Fanta and a Sprite, I'm drinking mine right out the pint
I got some money in my citizens
Citizens in my Timb box, a 215
K9 or the inbox
In my throwback, Bo-Jack, wit my brim cocked
Started off on Haines Street, now I got 10 spots
Out of town, you're on the corner, I'm not around
I'm up and down the E-way, you just ridin' round
I ain't got shoot you cuz my young boys rockin'
Got percs and soft white like drug store cotton
We be talkin' script talk, we be talkin' script talk
She just here to fuck us, I don't even let that bitch talk
My old head was a boss, now he cop off me
The FN4, I shoot till my Glock on "E"
Purple, Yellow Berry, I got all 3
Go get them xannies off another nigga, not off me
My high so expensive, nigga you can't even blow it
I'm on a perc 90 now, and you ain't even know it
I get my shot in me and act goofy
I stay away from Mickey and Minnie, they tried to roof me
Perc Nowitzki, Pill Cosby, Pill Bellamy
Got the pill game on smash, I'm still sellin' D
The rental cars in my bitch name
I used to flip cane till them scripts came
[Hook: Quilly]
Had to step my hustle up, I started hand to hand
Took it to the county, told my man, I had a plan
100 for a gram, a dollar every miligram
If I said I tripled up, you wouldn't even understand

[Verse 2: County Boy Tone]
Grind till the sack on, REUP and do it again
These rattin' niggas' get you sent to the pen
That's why I move solo, I don't do new friends
I just move a 1,000 30s, I ain't talkin' wholesale
Every since I switched hustles
I've been doin so well
Out of town for months, trappin out of a Motel
If you ain't about this paper, get from around me
Everyday it feel like the first out in the Counties
I don't give a fuck if rap don't work
Cuz I'ma rap that work and make it chrip
35 for the Berry, 60 dollars a purp
And I don't cut it, keep the shit raw like them oils
Now ya'll wonder why them fiends stay loyal
Let the water boil, put the coke up in the pot
Lil' baking soda, put the Ice and let it drop
Graduated from the block, now I got spots
I ain't wit the slick talk, I'll let a clip off
Fiends see and jump for the rock like it's tip off
Ready for war, we got handguns and choppas
Move a 1,000 xannies, got me feelin' like a doctor
Play wit my money, I'd rock your
Blow your shit off in broad day like a mobster
It used to be (?) wings and fried rice
Now I'm eatin Lobster and Shrimp on a calm night
Glock 40, give you everything cuz I ain't tryna fight
I ain't got time to be fuckin' up my new J's
Or my grind, I ain't change my clothes like in 2 days
Money on my mind, stack dead presidents
I don't want your bitch, I'll make a stash out her residents
[Bridge]
You know we talk that script talk, that script talk
You know we talk that script talk, that script talk