Prolly Tell

Ooh, sav killed it
Aye, Millz
Turnin feelings into millions, I ain't got no heart
But I got that shit for sale, when you tryna run it up
Them niggas ain't gon' wish you well, rather see me dead or in jail
Just keep it a buck, if I told you that you was my brother, ain't no switchin' up
Know we comin' up, I told my niggas, can't be out of touch
I wont fuck it up, count through a Hunnid, then I put it up

Niggas tummy tucked, they mean they bitches, ain't no linkin' up
Unless it yo ho,
Say she wanna fuck on camera, call that bitch my GoPro
Hit her with this stick, she runnin', jumpin' like it's Pogo
Know when niggas creep, they up to somethin', that's a no-no

Can't have you around for to snake, me, I won't get back doored
Shooters with me tag toes, got smoked that's what they ask foe
Spin this bitch, I'm back hoe, never see me slippin', even if it seem it ain't though
Told my lil' brother, you onna come up, gotta stay woke

Call my lil' migo, go Beanie Sigel for them pesos
You versus me, I'm like a soulja with that Draco
Bow wow challenge, all talk, you niggas pow wow
Lottery ticket, I'm winnin', knew that since a child-child
Been a king can't bow down,
Shorty say she love me on my dick and need it now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep on livin
Ain't no reason for that sneak dissin', that's when that 50 hit em

Demons talkin' to me in the night, sayin' to creep and kill him
Play with it like Moses with the ocean, I'ma up and split him
Play with it like Moses with the ocean, I'ma up and
Aye, I don't think them niggas get it
Up that bitch and stay consistent
Lay low on your block, and hit whoever tryna kick it with you
Niggas wanna rock the crown, but mad when they can't even fit it
Boss the top, that's my spot, play with it, get shot-shot
Ain't even get to doc -doc, no case, they can't see the face
It's a race where the competition? all y'all shit disgrace
Mention me get put in place,
Play the game, stay out the way
Changin' lanes, and keepin' face,
Cant hang with gang, these niggas fake

See me, it's a wrap, I'm knockin' beef with the shells
Know I'm heaven-sent, but I stay givin' em hell
Flipped a couple ships, yeah, it got sent through the mail
If you go to jail, you a prolly tell

See me, it's a wrap, I'm knockin' beef with the shells
Know I'm heaven-sent, but I stay givin' em hell
Flipped a couple ships, yeah,
It got sent through the mail
If you go to jail, you a prolly tell, nigga
You a prolly tell
You prolly tell, nigga

Millz



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Writer(s): Giammoda Miller Ii
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