By no means do I promote violence, but if you got opps and you see an opps and you want to shoot, walk down
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Said I'm finna slide on a hater, that boy he mad cause he know that I'm seeing more paper
Cause I'm tryna cop a Bentayga, all of this ballin' it's like I should play for the Lakers
Bro keep a beam with a laser, come try your luck, you gon' be meeting your maker
Keep the four feez' in the trunk, when we pullin' up, the tire sound screech like cicadas
Smokin' that gooberry, goobie all over my lean I been f*cked up off all types of flavors
And I do not get worried, roll my problems in a leaf, than I cover it up with some papers
Smokin' on heavy opps, killing rappers with these verses, you see how I'm f*ckin' up vapors
Shootin' like J' Kapono, and I got this game in a chokehold like I'm Brian Ortega
Big ass diamonds on my necklace it's scary. Smokin' gas until my vision get blurry
I'm shootin' 30 for Stephen no Curry, I'm doin' this shit for Junior and Sherrie
Ice cream diamonds, rocky road on my neck, bitch the whole shit a McFlurry
Mile a minute, bitch I'm in a hurry
Hop in this bitch, what's the word
I flip that lil' hoe the bird, I kicked that bitch to the curb
Hot as hell, it's like it's summertime, 24-7, no Phineas and Ferb
This shit ain't never gon' stop. Said I wasn't f*ckin' with the hoe no more, but a nigga had to go and get top
Nigga, runnin' out the mouth like Usain, thinkin' that you sane', till' a nigga shit get popped
That big ol' B, the Bentley I'm speeding nigga, we don't give a shit bout cops
Got big ol' boogers on my neck with a two-tone Patek.
Talkin' bout bread when I'm at ya' baguettes
Talkin' bout Ced when you mention success.
Said I step in this bitch, make a female look at her man and say, baby, he don't even know me
Smokin' on purple, I'm sippin' on yellow, five rings on my finger, I'm feelin' like Kobe
Steppin' on niggas that shitted on me, I left them in the past, there's nothing else to show me
I done left them on the couches, they roaches they mouses
I'm smokin' on orange and yellow, Bert and Ernie
Pussy boy, when I'm ahead of the game, and you mention my name, just remember you curved me
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
LilRizzyThaKidd - Mile A Minute (feat. 223Pimp) Lyrics
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By no means do I promote violence, but if you got opps and you see an opps and you want to shoot, walk down
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Said I'm finna slide on a hater, that boy he mad cause he know that I'm seeing more paper
Cause I'm tryna cop a Bentayga, all of this ballin' it's like I should play for the Lakers
Bro keep a beam with a laser, come try your luck, you gon' be meeting your maker
Keep the four feez' in the trunk, when we pullin' up, the tire sound screech like cicadas
Smokin' that gooberry, goobie all over my lean I been f*cked up off all types of flavors
And I do not get worried, roll my problems in a leaf, than I cover it up with some papers
Smokin' on heavy opps, killing rappers with these verses, you see how I'm f*ckin' up vapors
Shootin' like J' Kapono, and I got this game in a chokehold like I'm Brian Ortega
Big ass diamonds on my necklace it's scary. Smokin' gas until my vision get blurry
I'm shootin' 30 for Stephen no Curry, I'm doin' this shit for Junior and Sherrie
Ice cream diamonds, rocky road on my neck, bitch the whole shit a McFlurry
Mile a minute, bitch I'm in a hurry
Hop in this bitch, what's the word
I flip that lil' hoe the bird, I kicked that bitch to the curb
Hot as hell, it's like it's summertime, 24-7, no Phineas and Ferb
This shit ain't never gon' stop. Said I wasn't f*ckin' with the hoe no more, but a nigga had to go and get top
Nigga, runnin' out the mouth like Usain, thinkin' that you sane', till' a nigga shit get popped
That big ol' B, the Bentley I'm speeding nigga, we don't give a shit bout cops
Got big ol' boogers on my neck with a two-tone Patek.
Talkin' bout bread when I'm at ya' baguettes
Talkin' bout Ced when you mention success.
Said I step in this bitch, make a female look at her man and say, baby, he don't even know me
Smokin' on purple, I'm sippin' on yellow, five rings on my finger, I'm feelin' like Kobe
Steppin' on niggas that shitted on me, I left them in the past, there's nothing else to show me
I done left them on the couches, they roaches they mouses
I'm smokin' on orange and yellow, Bert and Ernie
Pussy boy, when I'm ahead of the game, and you mention my name, just remember you curved me
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Runnin' shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been runnin' a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Said I'm finna slide on a hater, that boy he mad cause he know that I'm seeing more paper
Cause I'm tryna cop a Bentayga, all of this ballin' it's like I should play for the Lakers
Bro keep a beam with a laser, come try your luck, you gon' be meeting your maker
Keep the four feez' in the trunk, when we pullin' up, the tire sound screech like cicadas
Smokin' that gooberry, goobie all over my lean I been f*cked up off all types of flavors
And I do not get worried, roll my problems in a leaf, than I cover it up with some papers
Smokin' on heavy opps, killing rappers with these verses, you see how I'm f*ckin' up vapors
Shootin' like J' Kapono, and I got this game in a chokehold like I'm Brian Ortega
Big ass diamonds on my necklace it's scary. Smokin' gas until my vision get blurry
I'm shootin' 30 for Stephen no Curry, I'm doin' this shit for Junior and Sherrie
Ice cream diamonds, rocky road on my neck, bitch the whole shit a McFlurry
Mile a minute, bitch I'm in a hurry
Hop in this bitch, what's the word
I flip that lil' hoe the bird, I kicked that bitch to the curb
Hot as hell, it's like it's summertime, 24-7, no Phineas and Ferb
This shit ain't never gon' stop. Said I wasn't f*ckin' with the hoe no more, but a nigga had to go and get top
Nigga, runnin' out the mouth like Usain, thinkin' that you sane', till' a nigga shit get popped
That big ol' B, the Bentley I'm speeding nigga, we don't give a shit bout cops
Got big ol' boogers on my neck with a two-tone Patek.
Talkin' bout bread when I'm at ya' baguettes
Talkin' bout Ced when you mention success.
Said I step in this bitch, make a female look at her man and say, baby, he don't even know me
Smokin' on purple, I'm sippin' on yellow, five rings on my finger, I'm feelin' like Kobe
Steppin' on niggas that shitted on me, I left them in the past, there's nothing else to show me
I done left them on the couches, they roaches they mouses
I'm smokin' on orange and yellow, Bert and Ernie
Pussy boy, when I'm ahead of the game, and you mention my name, just remember you curved me
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Running shit up tell them boys to go check on the score I've been running a mile a minute
Hit from the back pull her tracks' when I f*ck on your whore and it took me a while to finish
People want beef with me till' they find out that it's war and these bitches gone' die while I'm in it
Tell em' don't speak to me they know what I got in store and they know we gone' slide for a minute
Writer: Robert Styffe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid