All these hoes, they on me, but I know that they some sluts
Damn
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
Blues up in my pocket, I could barely fold them up
I'm goin' through some shit right now, so my head so f*cked up
Them boys tryin' ride my wave so how, I'm in a drought
Still up with my gang, you know we tryna just get out
And it's R.I.P. my brother, know you watchin' from the clouds
Why the f*ck these niggas talkin'?
Why the hell they run they mouth
Niggas just be chattin', boy, like, who the f*ck is that
Got three stripes on my sweater, but this not no Adidas
Steakhouse vibe, you know I'm always chillin' with the crew
They don't got a thought, don't got a clue
All these bands on me, I'm holdin' all these blues
And no, I cannot f*ck with no three, I bring tens in twos
She tryna pass my double cup, she know I don't drink booze
And bitch, yeah, I'm Top Ten, so how the f*ck am I gon' lose
Got it tatted on me, A$tosteppin' for the team
Niggas just be talkin', but I know that boy a fiend
And yeah, I got these racks, my pockets fat, your pockets lean
Bitch, I'm off these f*ckin' drugs, I can't even stand, I gotta lean
Niggas know it's Milly, I'm the motherf*ckin' saint
All these niggas wanna be me, but I know that that boy can't
I'm so high up, all these drugs, I can't even stand, I'm bout to faint
And when I walk inside the spot, I'm never early, bitch, I'm late
Milly $aint a rising star, you could just see me on the screen
All these bands up in my pockets, they can't fit up in my jeans
And bitch, it's feelin' like a mission, yeah, I'm always goin' fast
She really wanna f*ck with me, I told her we can't last
How the hell, I ain't even go to school, but a young nigga pockets so damn fat
How the hell, I used to wear khakis, now my Amiri's got them tags
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
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All these hoes, they on me, but I know that they some sluts
Damn
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
Blues up in my pocket, I could barely fold them up
I'm goin' through some shit right now, so my head so f*cked up
Them boys tryin' ride my wave so how, I'm in a drought
Still up with my gang, you know we tryna just get out
And it's R.I.P. my brother, know you watchin' from the clouds
Why the f*ck these niggas talkin'?
Why the hell they run they mouth
Niggas just be chattin', boy, like, who the f*ck is that
Got three stripes on my sweater, but this not no Adidas
Steakhouse vibe, you know I'm always chillin' with the crew
They don't got a thought, don't got a clue
All these bands on me, I'm holdin' all these blues
And no, I cannot f*ck with no three, I bring tens in twos
She tryna pass my double cup, she know I don't drink booze
And bitch, yeah, I'm Top Ten, so how the f*ck am I gon' lose
Got it tatted on me, A$tosteppin' for the team
Niggas just be talkin', but I know that boy a fiend
And yeah, I got these racks, my pockets fat, your pockets lean
Bitch, I'm off these f*ckin' drugs, I can't even stand, I gotta lean
Niggas know it's Milly, I'm the motherf*ckin' saint
All these niggas wanna be me, but I know that that boy can't
I'm so high up, all these drugs, I can't even stand, I'm bout to faint
And when I walk inside the spot, I'm never early, bitch, I'm late
Milly $aint a rising star, you could just see me on the screen
All these bands up in my pockets, they can't fit up in my jeans
And bitch, it's feelin' like a mission, yeah, I'm always goin' fast
She really wanna f*ck with me, I told her we can't last
How the hell, I ain't even go to school, but a young nigga pockets so damn fat
How the hell, I used to wear khakis, now my Amiri's got them tags
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
Damn
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
Blues up in my pocket, I could barely fold them up
I'm goin' through some shit right now, so my head so f*cked up
Them boys tryin' ride my wave so how, I'm in a drought
Still up with my gang, you know we tryna just get out
And it's R.I.P. my brother, know you watchin' from the clouds
Why the f*ck these niggas talkin'?
Why the hell they run they mouth
Niggas just be chattin', boy, like, who the f*ck is that
Got three stripes on my sweater, but this not no Adidas
Steakhouse vibe, you know I'm always chillin' with the crew
They don't got a thought, don't got a clue
All these bands on me, I'm holdin' all these blues
And no, I cannot f*ck with no three, I bring tens in twos
She tryna pass my double cup, she know I don't drink booze
And bitch, yeah, I'm Top Ten, so how the f*ck am I gon' lose
Got it tatted on me, A$tosteppin' for the team
Niggas just be talkin', but I know that boy a fiend
And yeah, I got these racks, my pockets fat, your pockets lean
Bitch, I'm off these f*ckin' drugs, I can't even stand, I gotta lean
Niggas know it's Milly, I'm the motherf*ckin' saint
All these niggas wanna be me, but I know that that boy can't
I'm so high up, all these drugs, I can't even stand, I'm bout to faint
And when I walk inside the spot, I'm never early, bitch, I'm late
Milly $aint a rising star, you could just see me on the screen
All these bands up in my pockets, they can't fit up in my jeans
And bitch, it's feelin' like a mission, yeah, I'm always goin' fast
She really wanna f*ck with me, I told her we can't last
How the hell, I ain't even go to school, but a young nigga pockets so damn fat
How the hell, I used to wear khakis, now my Amiri's got them tags
I know that hoe, she want me, but that hoe, she is a dub
Know these hoes, they want me, but I know that bitch a slut
When I'm in the trap with my gang, yeah, we run it up
2 hands, that's my 10, you know we always throw it up
Bitch I'm smokin' all this gas, you know I do not give a f*ck
And these drugs up in my system, so I could barely stand up
Writer: Malik Blackstock
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