Over

Fucking with the Milli it gone get ya ran over
Is you really down with me when its time to load up
Feds in the hood so I'm posted in the four yeah
When its war time ima ride ima soldier
Come and see bout me ion give a fuck what they told ya
This shit really in me I got paper like a folder
Hit this bitch up on the gram she say she coming over
I said no you ain't lil bitch you might damn got that Rona
White folks shopping with me now a nigga feel like Kroger
We don't have to jump yo ass to put you on a poster
Fucking with my bread you get burnt like a toaster
I need some balloons cuz a nigga finna go up

I just got so deep off in her mouth she bout to throw up
Told her I was thirsty she got wetter than a coaster
Don't know what a stock is that's why you niggas broker
All that fuckin talking you need a show like Oprah
This bitch tryna give me the cat I call her Doja
Got that boy stretching the pack like he do yoga
Niggas really holding they balls they must be bowlers
Waiting on a nigga to fall like I'm older
My dick so deep off in a freak mouth
Country boy she know I'm coming from the deep south
Told her grab her wig cuz its time to leave out
Put you on a shirt nigga that's some free clout

Fucking with the Milli it gone get ya ran over
Is you really down with me when its time to load up
Feds in the hood so I'm posted in the four yeah
When its war time ima ride ima soldier
Come and see bout me ion give a fuck what they told ya
This shit really in me I got paper like a folder
Hit this bitch up on the gram she say she coming over
I said no you ain't lil bitch you might damn got that Rona
White folks shopping with me now a nigga feel like Kroger
We don't have to jump yo ass to put you on a poster
Fucking with my bread you get burnt like a toaster
I need some balloons cuz a nigga finna go up



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Writer(s): James Johnson
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