mickey!

Fuck out my way, for i blow it up
Smoking a blunt, yeah im rolling up
I got the ice, yeah its cold enough
Get on my side, if you roll with us
Fuck out my way, for i blow it up
Smoking a blunt, yeah im rolling up
I got the ice, yeah its cold enough
Get on my side, if you roll with us
Niggas is rats like mickey, like mickey
You wanna win? well get with me, get with me
Balenciaga dont fit me, dont fit me
Got that boy running, he dippy, he dippy
She wanna pop on them bars
She wanna chill with the stars
Bitch nigga, we going far
Nah wait, we going hard
Forty glock, keep it on me
They all talk, they wont harm me
When i walk, walk in Marni
She a thot, i call her barbie
I got the lettuce, i got the cheddar i could just go make a sandwich
Keeping it on me, got a baretta making a fuck nigga vanish
Hold on, hold on
Aye, fuck around and make him vanish yeah
Shoot at his feet, that nigga doing some dances yeah
Look at my teeth, bitch nigga my diamonds dancing yeah
I got a choppa, this shit gon get dramatic yeah
I get the guala
Way that im walking, im dripping in Prada
I got the choppa
Im gripping this shit, shoot it at helicopters
I aint gon pop em, i point it at him
Make him cry to his momma
Smoking on zaza
This shit got me dripping like what is the problem?
Fuck out my way, for i blow it up
Smoking a blunt, yeah im rolling up
I got the ice, yeah its cold enough
Get on my side, if you roll with us
Fuck out my way, for i blow it up
Smoking a blunt, yeah im rolling up
I got the ice, yeah its cold enough
Get on my side, if you roll with us



Credits
Writer(s): Malakhi Abbott, Mason Long
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