Milligrams
Perc 30 in my system I'm in love with poppin' milligrams
Hop up on your block like where he at? You know we killed the man
Pull up and we stretching shit, we spinning like a ceiling fan
She say Mango you the one for me, I told her I'm a business man
So I'm steady stacking shit
He said want smoke we gon' whack the bitch
I be with some shooters up on go and they ain't average
I heard he put my name up in a song, we kill him on some rapping shit
I got 21 up in the clip we kill him on some savage shit
(Yeah)
30 bands last summer, they be asking for the cheat code
Illegal bullets in the field and we be balling like I'm D Rose
35 up in the clip we let off shots and then we reload
She call me daddy I'm her favorite
So that bitch gon' give me deepthroat
Fucking on a freak hoe
What you making up in year I'm making in a week bro
We gon' pass him up and then we slide in
Shoot in with the free-throw
We gon' send him to the heaven gates
Yeah he finna reach those
(Yeah, Yeah)
They try to do what I be doing
But there ain't no correlation
Yeah I know they mad we made it, 7 figures out the basement
And he was dissing on my name, he got a life so we gon' take it
Yeah I know that they gon' hate it
They see we getting money now they tryna leave me brainless
Fuck an angel on my shoulder, we gon' send that boy to Satan
Where I'm from you can get killed up in the streets
This shit dangerous, 30 on a necklace, 80 on a bracelet
(Yeah, Yeah)
She say Mango boy you good?
Told that bitch I got a cold heart
Lights, camera, action, my life is a movie call me Mozart
Fucking on that bitch 2 times, reppin' Go Yard
Used to dreams of pressing keys, now the foreign is a push start
Like I'm Tank 1, 2, we gon' hit him, knock his lights out
Presidential Rollie' on me, yeah I'm hot, but I'm iced out
Yeah I hit her from the back
Fuck the bitch, bring the pipe out
Used to gamble in the streets to get a check, what's the price now?
We don't do no 1 on 1's, bring the gang up in this bitch
I'm a vet up in the field, that's why I always keep a stick
We won't let him get the pass off, hit him with a blitz
And I'm a do this for the gang, yeah it's RIP to Chris
(Perc 30 in my system I'm in love with poppin' milligrams)
(Hop up on your block like where he at? You know we killed the man)
(He think that he hot shit?)
(That boy just a middle man)
(We ain't kill that boy the first time, double back spin again)
(Yeah, we gon' spin again)
(Yeah)
(I'm in love with poppin' milligrams)
Hop up on your block like where he at? You know we killed the man
Pull up and we stretching shit, we spinning like a ceiling fan
She say Mango you the one for me, I told her I'm a business man
So I'm steady stacking shit
He said want smoke we gon' whack the bitch
I be with some shooters up on go and they ain't average
I heard he put my name up in a song, we kill him on some rapping shit
I got 21 up in the clip we kill him on some savage shit
(Yeah)
30 bands last summer, they be asking for the cheat code
Illegal bullets in the field and we be balling like I'm D Rose
35 up in the clip we let off shots and then we reload
She call me daddy I'm her favorite
So that bitch gon' give me deepthroat
Fucking on a freak hoe
What you making up in year I'm making in a week bro
We gon' pass him up and then we slide in
Shoot in with the free-throw
We gon' send him to the heaven gates
Yeah he finna reach those
(Yeah, Yeah)
They try to do what I be doing
But there ain't no correlation
Yeah I know they mad we made it, 7 figures out the basement
And he was dissing on my name, he got a life so we gon' take it
Yeah I know that they gon' hate it
They see we getting money now they tryna leave me brainless
Fuck an angel on my shoulder, we gon' send that boy to Satan
Where I'm from you can get killed up in the streets
This shit dangerous, 30 on a necklace, 80 on a bracelet
(Yeah, Yeah)
She say Mango boy you good?
Told that bitch I got a cold heart
Lights, camera, action, my life is a movie call me Mozart
Fucking on that bitch 2 times, reppin' Go Yard
Used to dreams of pressing keys, now the foreign is a push start
Like I'm Tank 1, 2, we gon' hit him, knock his lights out
Presidential Rollie' on me, yeah I'm hot, but I'm iced out
Yeah I hit her from the back
Fuck the bitch, bring the pipe out
Used to gamble in the streets to get a check, what's the price now?
We don't do no 1 on 1's, bring the gang up in this bitch
I'm a vet up in the field, that's why I always keep a stick
We won't let him get the pass off, hit him with a blitz
And I'm a do this for the gang, yeah it's RIP to Chris
(Perc 30 in my system I'm in love with poppin' milligrams)
(Hop up on your block like where he at? You know we killed the man)
(He think that he hot shit?)
(That boy just a middle man)
(We ain't kill that boy the first time, double back spin again)
(Yeah, we gon' spin again)
(Yeah)
(I'm in love with poppin' milligrams)
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Writer(s): Lil Mango
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