Mill Ticket

Cheap-ass niggas, squeeze 49 shit free longway
Cheap-ass niggas
Free my lil brotha real pits, feel me
unfuckwitables I ain't fucking with a lot certain niggas, man marleyboys ent
Squeeze

Runnin' laps around you niggas, swear you niggas y'all don't get it
I don't want the diamonds, I'm just tryna get a meal ticket
Tryna get us out the hood, yeah, that's really standin' on business

I was in the kitchen with my OG, he was really whippin'
What you know about pullin' up and pocket stuff like Thanksgiving
In the trap on 4900, we got pounds and we got Whitney
You can call my phone, bitch, these jacks really gettin' busy

Hit the road for six hours, I'm just tryna get a 50
Got my shooter trailin' me, he in a tahoe with a simi
Got some niggas who fell in love with smackin' all the fire biddy's
Man he say he got sum smoke like Baby 9, bitch, get with me

Bitch, I really pour a four for all my niggas that ain't with me
Man, she asked me for some Tiffany, told that bitch, you must be silly
Bitch, I'm out here trappin', I ain't stoppin' till I get a milli'
Walk around sippin' syrup, man, you know my cup filthy

Know my favorite gun a Glock, know it came with two tities
Man, I really miss my brother, left a nigga out here empty
Me and Mook on the road in another nigga' city
Niggas pump faking they ain't never had to get busy

They be doin' it for attention, they ain't never stand on business
Runnin' laps around you niggas, swear you niggas y'all don't get it
I don't want the diamonds, I'm just tryna get a meal ticket
Tryna get us out the hood, yeah, that's really standin' on business

I was in the kitchen with my OG, he was really whippin'
What you know about pullin' up and pocket stuff like Thanksgiving
In the trap, I'm 4900, we got pounds and we got Whitney
You can call my phone, bitch, these jacks really get busy

Hit the road for six hours I'm just tryna get a 50



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Writer(s): Squeeze 4900
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