Odc
Ladies and gentlemen
It ain't over
Grab that second blunt
Put that shit up to yo fuckin' face
Take yo lil bic
Raise that shit up to
Fuck off google I'm not talking to you
God damn
Uhh just fucking smoke a blunt
Milli Fucking K and the K is for kombat
Always all on the ball like motherfucking jock strap
Stop that, You niggas can't rock that
Tryna steal my drip cause I be clean just like a Voss tap
Imitate the kid because they see a nigga flaunt that
Want that, all you niggas really want that
I ain't with the rap chat, you all be talking cap cap
Finna whip that Maybach op thot slayed that
Nigga that ain't payback
Skirting through ya block and imma give a nigga face tats
Yo! They done tripped cause I'm the nicest bag n tag her like I'm ISIS man my neck is Where my ice is
Listen, Why these niggas always bitching Milli features never missing
Got your main and side bitch kissing that's before they get to licking
Better stop with all that sniffing cause the white done got you got sniffling
But you still can't smell the vision
Richard Millie Don't be silly
Keep a glock tucked cause I hold the nine milly
Ice is in my name why you think they call me Milly
Shotgun strapped cause I ride for the killy
Here's a pro tip w-watch for the kick back
Robbed yo ass blind and you ain't ever get your lick back
Me and big Bolt now you watching how the clique snapped
Fuck a double cup fuck purp only sip yak
Only sip yak now we flip packs running through ya the bitch then you going home and iss That
Glock with a dick running through your block and piss that
Reminiscing old days I won't ever miss that
Well here we go again
Another day of running to the end just for me to make my ends meet
I'm only thinking 'bout success, and how I'm gonna get the fam lit for centuries
And if they pull up, best believe that they gone pull up in a bentley
Rock no fuckin' bag 'less that bag is givenchy
I know someone up there saw me and they sent me
Said life ain't like a game, cause you only got one entry
Only got one life so I'll make the most of it
Trip to Rolls-Royce yea you know we going ghost hunting yea
Hop on out that stretch, me and Milli go stunting
On these dumb broke broads thinkin' that they know something
On the low
I'm gone get the dough before a ho
Cause there ain't finna be no point where I'm without it, I want more
I want fourteen hundred digits sitting on my floor
I'm gone' drop like one hundred k on one fucking coat
Give my pops a two hundred footer yacht for the fuck of it
I am not what you think, I'm top for a youngan kid
Stop if you think you hot, you ain't ever running shit
Fought my way to this spot, four years in the gutter bitch
Logan fucking Bolt, keep that colt close contact
Milli with that scope, let them boast, make a dime back
Roll me up this smoke, light that dro this that loud pack
When you with that ho, you do the most, promise I'll smash
I got hatred
For a fake bitch
Why you faking
You know that don't make sense
Homie leave me be while I make your mortgage daily
You dumb fork-tongued bitch you ain't finna play me
Cause I'm a be the one to make it, whapping' that mercedes
While you sit back on yo' ass wishing you the one to make it
Got a bad bitch whipping', cooking me some tiramisu
Then the stretch pull up, thugging with the fellas dipped in suits
That's on opera, waving that baton for the crew
And if you ain't coming, fuck it when we make it, that's on you
It ain't over
Grab that second blunt
Put that shit up to yo fuckin' face
Take yo lil bic
Raise that shit up to
Fuck off google I'm not talking to you
God damn
Uhh just fucking smoke a blunt
Milli Fucking K and the K is for kombat
Always all on the ball like motherfucking jock strap
Stop that, You niggas can't rock that
Tryna steal my drip cause I be clean just like a Voss tap
Imitate the kid because they see a nigga flaunt that
Want that, all you niggas really want that
I ain't with the rap chat, you all be talking cap cap
Finna whip that Maybach op thot slayed that
Nigga that ain't payback
Skirting through ya block and imma give a nigga face tats
Yo! They done tripped cause I'm the nicest bag n tag her like I'm ISIS man my neck is Where my ice is
Listen, Why these niggas always bitching Milli features never missing
Got your main and side bitch kissing that's before they get to licking
Better stop with all that sniffing cause the white done got you got sniffling
But you still can't smell the vision
Richard Millie Don't be silly
Keep a glock tucked cause I hold the nine milly
Ice is in my name why you think they call me Milly
Shotgun strapped cause I ride for the killy
Here's a pro tip w-watch for the kick back
Robbed yo ass blind and you ain't ever get your lick back
Me and big Bolt now you watching how the clique snapped
Fuck a double cup fuck purp only sip yak
Only sip yak now we flip packs running through ya the bitch then you going home and iss That
Glock with a dick running through your block and piss that
Reminiscing old days I won't ever miss that
Well here we go again
Another day of running to the end just for me to make my ends meet
I'm only thinking 'bout success, and how I'm gonna get the fam lit for centuries
And if they pull up, best believe that they gone pull up in a bentley
Rock no fuckin' bag 'less that bag is givenchy
I know someone up there saw me and they sent me
Said life ain't like a game, cause you only got one entry
Only got one life so I'll make the most of it
Trip to Rolls-Royce yea you know we going ghost hunting yea
Hop on out that stretch, me and Milli go stunting
On these dumb broke broads thinkin' that they know something
On the low
I'm gone get the dough before a ho
Cause there ain't finna be no point where I'm without it, I want more
I want fourteen hundred digits sitting on my floor
I'm gone' drop like one hundred k on one fucking coat
Give my pops a two hundred footer yacht for the fuck of it
I am not what you think, I'm top for a youngan kid
Stop if you think you hot, you ain't ever running shit
Fought my way to this spot, four years in the gutter bitch
Logan fucking Bolt, keep that colt close contact
Milli with that scope, let them boast, make a dime back
Roll me up this smoke, light that dro this that loud pack
When you with that ho, you do the most, promise I'll smash
I got hatred
For a fake bitch
Why you faking
You know that don't make sense
Homie leave me be while I make your mortgage daily
You dumb fork-tongued bitch you ain't finna play me
Cause I'm a be the one to make it, whapping' that mercedes
While you sit back on yo' ass wishing you the one to make it
Got a bad bitch whipping', cooking me some tiramisu
Then the stretch pull up, thugging with the fellas dipped in suits
That's on opera, waving that baton for the crew
And if you ain't coming, fuck it when we make it, that's on you
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Writer(s): Logan Bolt
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