Quelly Woo – Jealousy [Audio, Lyrics]

Brooklyn’s Quelly Woo, Quelly Woo unveils the “Jealousy” which is produced by Rich Lou. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Quelly Woo Jealousy

Quelly Woo is picking up where Pop Smoke left off on his new project Tactical Pressure. The drill scene gets another sensational project, and Woo seems like he’s ready to take off. On his single “Jealousy,” the young rapper vents about trust levels and envy in his environment.

The concept of jealously in hip-hop is nothing new. Of course, clout chasing and the internet has changed things over the years, however, envy has always been an issue. Quelly Woo gives his take on the topic, over an outstanding instrumental. As epic choir lays the backdrop for the knocking drill beat, giving it a haunting vibe.

Quelly Woo – Jealousy (prod. Rich Lou)

Lyrics

Intro]
Woo
Rich Lou on the track
Yo Duppy, roll another one cuzzy, huh
Cash rule everything around me, huh, yeah
Cash rule everything around me, look

[Chorus]
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much

[Verse]
Look, if I call up Duppy, he turn that boy to a dubby
Eli throw bullets like Payton, eyes Asian but that booty Jamaican
If you trust me, then open and send it
She a baddie, hol’ on, but her credit is lovely (Hol’ on, hol’ on)
Look, I gotta lay low, eyes off that grass got a halo
Bad bitch, bendin’ over the table
Hit it twice, I got her singin’ like JLo
Went to the pound, bought a greyhound
I pop a Perc’ I’ma gon’ give her like eight rounds
I need a baddie from Dubai, mix the exotics, it give you a new high

[Bridge]
Cash rule everything around me, huh, look
Fuck the fame, love different around me, look, hold on
Had some dark days, it was cloudy, look, hold on
100 Clocc Crip and say it proudly, say it proudly

[Chorus]
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much

[Outro]
They call me TP ’cause I never say much