Yeah... woah... hey... hey... yeah... woah... yeah... woah
Tell me what you gone do my boy
And i bet you wont shoot my boy
We gone get to the loot my boy give you f*ck niggas the boot my boy
I cant see no one stopping the kid
You f*ck niggas cant do what i did
They ain't know i was hitting them licks getting this money your bitch on my dick
Gotta few bands ducked off in the crib
Run in my shit and im splitting your wig
Guns in my shit that 4.5 in the fridge
Sleep with that stick man that bitch like my kid
Gucci my feet ferragamo my back
I Keep me a mac you get smoked like a black
I f*cked on your hoe and i gave her right back
Can't raw dog these hoes man i keep me a strap
Balling on niggas they callin me kobe
And i might just go get me a rollie
This ain't my whip man you know that i stole it
When i park it them crackers gone tow it
Snakes in the grass you know i had to mow it
Kill the pussy i murder she wrote it
Keep me a pistol dont think i dont tote it
On a back wood this shit got me floatin
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
What you gone do with them bricks yeah
Niggas know you a lick yeah
We wont fallout bout no bitch yeah
We just tryna get rich yeah
Stack it and stay out the way you playing
Alotta these niggas is fake im just saying
I just be gettin the cake while you laying
I f*ck her you take her on dates you paying
Gold on my neck man i swear the shit frozen
Smoking gelato this shit is so potent
Molly with lean got a young nigga floating
Getting this green so why wouldn't i tote it
Three grams in the wood when i wake and bake
I be in the hood with killers and snakes
Oh you eating good we taking your plate
I do what you would i you had my place
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
Gmilly - My Year Lyrics
Gmilly - My Year Lyrics
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Yeah... woah... hey... hey... yeah... woah... yeah... woah
Tell me what you gone do my boy
And i bet you wont shoot my boy
We gone get to the loot my boy give you f*ck niggas the boot my boy
I cant see no one stopping the kid
You f*ck niggas cant do what i did
They ain't know i was hitting them licks getting this money your bitch on my dick
Gotta few bands ducked off in the crib
Run in my shit and im splitting your wig
Guns in my shit that 4.5 in the fridge
Sleep with that stick man that bitch like my kid
Gucci my feet ferragamo my back
I Keep me a mac you get smoked like a black
I f*cked on your hoe and i gave her right back
Can't raw dog these hoes man i keep me a strap
Balling on niggas they callin me kobe
And i might just go get me a rollie
This ain't my whip man you know that i stole it
When i park it them crackers gone tow it
Snakes in the grass you know i had to mow it
Kill the pussy i murder she wrote it
Keep me a pistol dont think i dont tote it
On a back wood this shit got me floatin
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
What you gone do with them bricks yeah
Niggas know you a lick yeah
We wont fallout bout no bitch yeah
We just tryna get rich yeah
Stack it and stay out the way you playing
Alotta these niggas is fake im just saying
I just be gettin the cake while you laying
I f*ck her you take her on dates you paying
Gold on my neck man i swear the shit frozen
Smoking gelato this shit is so potent
Molly with lean got a young nigga floating
Getting this green so why wouldn't i tote it
Three grams in the wood when i wake and bake
I be in the hood with killers and snakes
Oh you eating good we taking your plate
I do what you would i you had my place
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
Tell me what you gone do my boy
And i bet you wont shoot my boy
We gone get to the loot my boy give you f*ck niggas the boot my boy
I cant see no one stopping the kid
You f*ck niggas cant do what i did
They ain't know i was hitting them licks getting this money your bitch on my dick
Gotta few bands ducked off in the crib
Run in my shit and im splitting your wig
Guns in my shit that 4.5 in the fridge
Sleep with that stick man that bitch like my kid
Gucci my feet ferragamo my back
I Keep me a mac you get smoked like a black
I f*cked on your hoe and i gave her right back
Can't raw dog these hoes man i keep me a strap
Balling on niggas they callin me kobe
And i might just go get me a rollie
This ain't my whip man you know that i stole it
When i park it them crackers gone tow it
Snakes in the grass you know i had to mow it
Kill the pussy i murder she wrote it
Keep me a pistol dont think i dont tote it
On a back wood this shit got me floatin
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
What you gone do with them bricks yeah
Niggas know you a lick yeah
We wont fallout bout no bitch yeah
We just tryna get rich yeah
Stack it and stay out the way you playing
Alotta these niggas is fake im just saying
I just be gettin the cake while you laying
I f*ck her you take her on dates you paying
Gold on my neck man i swear the shit frozen
Smoking gelato this shit is so potent
Molly with lean got a young nigga floating
Getting this green so why wouldn't i tote it
Three grams in the wood when i wake and bake
I be in the hood with killers and snakes
Oh you eating good we taking your plate
I do what you would i you had my place
Damn
I never had shit yeah
So now i just flex on a bitch yeah
Pull up with the stick yeah
Hundred round drum on the bitch yeah
I will run off quick yeah
Finesse everythang that i get yeah
These niggas talk shit 'till i just pull up and let that shit hit yeah
Writer: Gmilly
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