See my favorite bitch for real
Drop a bag on her body
I'm in the field like it's field day no turf on my body
They tryna get a double kill on them niggas for double the profit
Shit get real, blood get spilled, bring that k' outside the closet
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
Fah, send his ass up in the sky
Upside down cross-shit till i die
Posted on the block they not really outside
All black like a bat, Ricky the attire
I'm went demon time, see it in my eyes
I'm bout to blow the f*ck up, I can see the signs
I tell her shut the f*ck up while I'm countin'
I tell her shut the f*ck up when I'm comin'
I'm one in a lifetime, i turn nothin' into somethin
Not in your lifetime, you gon' ever touch this much money
White chalk around your body, you play Milly like a dummy
I'm real sipper, yeah, for real, I put Wocky in my stummy
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
P.Mills - DONT MAKE ME Lyrics
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See my favorite bitch for real
Drop a bag on her body
I'm in the field like it's field day no turf on my body
They tryna get a double kill on them niggas for double the profit
Shit get real, blood get spilled, bring that k' outside the closet
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
Fah, send his ass up in the sky
Upside down cross-shit till i die
Posted on the block they not really outside
All black like a bat, Ricky the attire
I'm went demon time, see it in my eyes
I'm bout to blow the f*ck up, I can see the signs
I tell her shut the f*ck up while I'm countin'
I tell her shut the f*ck up when I'm comin'
I'm one in a lifetime, i turn nothin' into somethin
Not in your lifetime, you gon' ever touch this much money
White chalk around your body, you play Milly like a dummy
I'm real sipper, yeah, for real, I put Wocky in my stummy
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
Drop a bag on her body
I'm in the field like it's field day no turf on my body
They tryna get a double kill on them niggas for double the profit
Shit get real, blood get spilled, bring that k' outside the closet
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
Fah, send his ass up in the sky
Upside down cross-shit till i die
Posted on the block they not really outside
All black like a bat, Ricky the attire
I'm went demon time, see it in my eyes
I'm bout to blow the f*ck up, I can see the signs
I tell her shut the f*ck up while I'm countin'
I tell her shut the f*ck up when I'm comin'
I'm one in a lifetime, i turn nothin' into somethin
Not in your lifetime, you gon' ever touch this much money
White chalk around your body, you play Milly like a dummy
I'm real sipper, yeah, for real, I put Wocky in my stummy
Don't make me call them niggas they'll kill your whole posse
Bitch, don't make me call up them demons They some head hunters
Foe nem hit his ass up with that shotty he can't feel none
I popped a perk, i been scratching my body, we do real drugs
Smokin' on gas, yeah, no manure
My pockets they loud, yeah, barracuda
They takin' my shit, so I had to shoot em
Take off his head, yeah, I had to em
Don't make me call up my gang , give them that word, to blow up your block
Make me hop out that phantom and play that shit like a guitar
Writer: Perry Tyler
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