Jelli (feat. Z-Ro)
Straight out tha country we started with nothing, we turning into something
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Speed up
Money coming slow, gone speed up
Fuck going back, Ima re-up
Remember them days they ain't need us
Now we in tha back smoking reefer
Two cups, poured up with my people
Came through in a drop, on Jesus
Who would've known Milly flow so lethal
Who would've known that this rap is the reason
Been ready since I cam out my 'cita
Fuck opinions, Ima make 'em believe us
Counting fetti 'til the day I ain't breathing, on Jesus
I just gotta stay focused
Stay calm man Lil' Milly keep going with tha motion
I ain't even gotta post it
If I do it's for me, I'm really antisocial
Grind and grind some more
Peeping out tha scope
I ain't trusting nobody
Days I was broke
Bitch I had to score
Came up off of narcotics
Moving in silence
I keep that thang on my body
I ain't promoting no violence
I'm tryna guide you
Bitch I ain't even tryna ride it
We can't be one all divided baby
Straight out tha country we started with nothing, we turning into something
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Some niggas call it fetti
Some niggas call it jelli
I really don't give a fuck what they call this shit as long as it keeps coming in heavy
Swear to God I need to throw some of this shit, I got too many one hundreds already
Pulling up in that Phantom, but I remember I couldn't afford a Chevy
And I used to sleep on tha floor
I had that wake-up-the-world talent, but they was sleep on me though
Used to kick it with broke niggas, now tha broke niggas don't see me no more
Now I'm on tha TV and my haters see me that's why the TV so low
I guess they don't wanna hear me talking about these blessings
Wanna see me in a holding tank, no bond money, just stressing
Don't even wanna jack me, just wanna hit me with that weapon
But I got God with me, that's what they keep forgetting
Tha bad bitches, they was laughing at ya boy
Now tha bad bitches wanna roll around on tha mattress with ya boy
If you got it and ya nigga need it, you can give it to him if that's ya boy
Keep getting that jelli my nigga, never let the feds catch ya boy
Straight out tha country we started with nothing, we turning into something
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Speed up
Money coming slow, gone speed up
Fuck going back, Ima re-up
Remember them days they ain't need us
Now we in tha back smoking reefer
Two cups, poured up with my people
Came through in a drop, on Jesus
Who would've known Milly flow so lethal
Who would've known that this rap is the reason
Been ready since I cam out my 'cita
Fuck opinions, Ima make 'em believe us
Counting fetti 'til the day I ain't breathing, on Jesus
I just gotta stay focused
Stay calm man Lil' Milly keep going with tha motion
I ain't even gotta post it
If I do it's for me, I'm really antisocial
Grind and grind some more
Peeping out tha scope
I ain't trusting nobody
Days I was broke
Bitch I had to score
Came up off of narcotics
Moving in silence
I keep that thang on my body
I ain't promoting no violence
I'm tryna guide you
Bitch I ain't even tryna ride it
We can't be one all divided baby
Straight out tha country we started with nothing, we turning into something
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Some niggas call it fetti
Some niggas call it jelli
I really don't give a fuck what they call this shit as long as it keeps coming in heavy
Swear to God I need to throw some of this shit, I got too many one hundreds already
Pulling up in that Phantom, but I remember I couldn't afford a Chevy
And I used to sleep on tha floor
I had that wake-up-the-world talent, but they was sleep on me though
Used to kick it with broke niggas, now tha broke niggas don't see me no more
Now I'm on tha TV and my haters see me that's why the TV so low
I guess they don't wanna hear me talking about these blessings
Wanna see me in a holding tank, no bond money, just stressing
Don't even wanna jack me, just wanna hit me with that weapon
But I got God with me, that's what they keep forgetting
Tha bad bitches, they was laughing at ya boy
Now tha bad bitches wanna roll around on tha mattress with ya boy
If you got it and ya nigga need it, you can give it to him if that's ya boy
Keep getting that jelli my nigga, never let the feds catch ya boy
Straight out tha country we started with nothing, we turning into something
Was broke in the summer, I came out tha dirt now we getting that money
I remember them days a nigga was hurting they thought it was funny
We done came a long, long way
Yeah we kept it a hundred
These niggas ain't ready baby
We be stacking that fetti
Country nigga so fascinating
Soft drops on Chevys
Feeling like I already made it
We ain't made it already
But we shooting like jelly
We be getting that jelli
Used to be broke now I'm heavy
Credits
Writer(s): Demelius Simpson
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