MILWAUKEE
Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track
(Trauma Tone)
She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee
She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin
We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban
Finna go do a show in Milwaukee
Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic
Finna run to the bag, I be joggin'
I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton
She only fuckin' with bosses
She tryna hold my dick hostage
All this drip on my body, be costly
Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket
I went overboard in my closet
Hoop'n just like I be Dragic
These niggas sweet, androgynous
Me talk to 12, that's preposterous
I just hope wifey come flood my wrist
Went to Burberry's to style my bitch
I was in the PJ's tryna get rich
I was on camera, had to slap out a J
Nigga told a bald-faced lie to my face
Get your own drip, tryna ride my wave
I just told Sonny let me get a temp fade
Niggas try the circle, watch his ass get slayed
House in Alpharetta and it come with a maid
Performin' in your city with them sticks on stage
Nigga tried to shoot me, but I only got grazed
I can see your hate through the Cartier frame
Shoot you in the mouth just say my name
I ain't even done yet, shorty done came
The pack beat me back, and it already came
Independent nigga, I'ma stay in my lane (yeah-yeah)
Ain't tryin' to associate with none of these lames (yeah-yeah)
She gon' hit the crib and get naughty
Only communicate with bosses
Half a million dollar from exotic
Sellin' this weddin' cake and lemon tree
Rockin' red bottom Balenci's, burnin' on Gelato 33
Colt .45 with the lemon squeeze
I can mail 'em to you for a shippin' fee, yeah
She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee
She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin
We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban
Finna go do a show in Milwaukee
Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic
Finna run to the bag, I be joggin'
I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton
She only fuckin' with bosses
She tryna hold my dick hostage
All this drip on my body, be costly
Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket
I went overboard in my closet
Hoop'n just like I be Dragic
These niggas sweet, androgynous
Me talk to 12, that's preposterous
I just hope wifey come flood my wrist
Went to Burberry's to style my bitch
I was in the PJ's tryna get rich
(Trauma Tone)
She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee
She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin
We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban
Finna go do a show in Milwaukee
Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic
Finna run to the bag, I be joggin'
I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton
She only fuckin' with bosses
She tryna hold my dick hostage
All this drip on my body, be costly
Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket
I went overboard in my closet
Hoop'n just like I be Dragic
These niggas sweet, androgynous
Me talk to 12, that's preposterous
I just hope wifey come flood my wrist
Went to Burberry's to style my bitch
I was in the PJ's tryna get rich
I was on camera, had to slap out a J
Nigga told a bald-faced lie to my face
Get your own drip, tryna ride my wave
I just told Sonny let me get a temp fade
Niggas try the circle, watch his ass get slayed
House in Alpharetta and it come with a maid
Performin' in your city with them sticks on stage
Nigga tried to shoot me, but I only got grazed
I can see your hate through the Cartier frame
Shoot you in the mouth just say my name
I ain't even done yet, shorty done came
The pack beat me back, and it already came
Independent nigga, I'ma stay in my lane (yeah-yeah)
Ain't tryin' to associate with none of these lames (yeah-yeah)
She gon' hit the crib and get naughty
Only communicate with bosses
Half a million dollar from exotic
Sellin' this weddin' cake and lemon tree
Rockin' red bottom Balenci's, burnin' on Gelato 33
Colt .45 with the lemon squeeze
I can mail 'em to you for a shippin' fee, yeah
She gon' suck me just like I'm a Slurpee
She was sexy, I bought her a Birkin
We gon' fuck, she gon' pull on my turban
Finna go do a show in Milwaukee
Bought a foreign from sellin' exotic
Finna run to the bag, I be joggin'
I'm in L.A., I re-up in Compton
She only fuckin' with bosses
She tryna hold my dick hostage
All this drip on my body, be costly
Keep a miniature .9 in my pocket
I went overboard in my closet
Hoop'n just like I be Dragic
These niggas sweet, androgynous
Me talk to 12, that's preposterous
I just hope wifey come flood my wrist
Went to Burberry's to style my bitch
I was in the PJ's tryna get rich
Credits
Writer(s): Trauma Tone, Milan Modi, Money Man
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