Fuck A Milli (feat. Kkdaceo & tyslime)

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Uh, I'ma just tell y'all niggas bout this shit Niggas ain't even ready for this shit
Niggas don't even know what I'm on with this shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Ha, hey, let's go
Uh, I'ma just tell you like this These niggas be cappin' they lying , they stay

on my dick These f*ck niggas dissin' and shit
You can't even shoot why the f*ck is you postin' that stick
Lil' bruh tryna hop out, send him a blitz Got that shit in the ride, send shit to the
bricks Why the f*ck is you shootin'

Lil' nigga, you missed Lil' bruh in his feelings, I fucked on his
bitch He runnin' and shit, we ain't playin' no
tag it's a switch on' the back, so it shoot with a lag
Had to get out my feelings , tryna run up a bag fat shit in my pants, so a walk with a sag

Nigga broke as a bitch, he goin' off sad His brother got hit, now this f*ck nigga mad
Y'all callin' that block, got hit, it was bad
When I up in the pole , now I shoot like a tag These niggas be fakin' I get on one knee
Tryna hop out the car, put a bro in the T Tryna f*ck on a guy, she smell like the sea

When I hop out the car, don't duck from this glee Lil' bruh got hit, he was tryin' to go pee
Other dude got hit, he got left in the seat Shit freaky, lil' bitch, she suckin' the meat
Why the f*ck is you cap when you postin' your street
I hop out the car, niggas run like it's track say he missin' his brother, he ain't never

get back We smokin' on bro nigga up in my pack , I ain't worried bout a bitch i worry bout a sack
They talk out they neck, these niggas be cappin' I hop out the car with that shit and it's clappin
You can't even aim, why the f*ck is you rappin'
Put a switch in the back and that shit get a tappin

The jerk, they ain't buffin' it, bro, don't call for the rip
Yo' cop stop movin', it's me, I look cam, we jammin' and grippin
Hop out like damn, the f*ck is he doin'
He got a switch on the back and the shit get a hit

He got a runnin' and duckin', they slidin' the slip
Double chair and a Glock, and I shoot like I'm pissed
He got a line in the Sprite, yo' nigga, I'm sippin
I got a brand new dress, so watch out up on the score

Swish is all up in his V, I thought he was a driver, he crashed in a V
I was pushin' in the back, and that shit get a tappin
The jerk, they ain't buffin' it, bro, don't call for the rip
Yo' cop stop movin', it's me, I look cam, we jammin' and grippin

Hop out like damn, the f*ck is he doin'
He got a switch on the back and the shit get a hit
He got a runnin' and duckin', they slidin' the slip
Double chair and a Glock, and I shoot like I'm pissed

He got a line in the Sprite, yo' nigga, I'm sippin
I got a brand new drizzy, so watch out up on the score
Like damn, we can't do that bitch with trail boys
Rollin' face shot, can't hop out himself

I got a brand new dress, so watch out up on the score
Like damn, we can't do that bitch with dread boys
Rollin' face shot, can't hop out himself
I'm tryna go chase her off, he really bein' on feed

When I get out of that car, I tap, this is all in my chart
This dumb nigga, he try to rank it, he ain't where the charts at
Swish is all up in his V, I thought he was a driver, he crashed in a V
I was pushin' that 392 in the B's

Better move it precisely, you know I creep
Let's go, you know I really push up
I really push up, send a shot to that truck
Hot nigga, he really be tested, he shakin' around a lot

My white boy in a feel like car
Nah, I never fell in a mess
Ain't real slow like Chris Van in the glitz
Let's go, young bitch with my dick in the sash

Amen, stand on her and her best
Damn, he couldn't look up, he would test
Shaw, shock his shit like mess
He tried to play in that whip, pass his crap

Can't come around, you ain't got no cash in
I'ma just talk like this
These niggas be cappin' that line, they stay on my dick
These f*ck niggas dissing that shit

You can't even see, why the f*ck you postin' that shit
You think you can't see, you can't even see
You can't even see, you can't even see
You can't even see, you can't even see

You can't even see, you can't even see
You can't even see, you can't even see
I'ma just talk like this
These niggas be cappin' that line, they stay on my dick

These f*ck niggas dissing that shit
You can't even see, why the f*ck you postin' that shit
Lil' bruh tryna hop out, say him a bush
Got that shit in that ride say shit to the britch

Why the f*ck you shootin'
Lil' nigga, you miss
Lil' brother in that shit, he tryna cop fuckin' his bitch
Jerk, they ain't buffin' it, boi

Don't come to the rip, yo, cops out, move
It's me and Lil' Cam, we jammin' in the groove
Pop out like, damn, what the f*ck is he doin'
He got a switch on the back and a chicken to hit

Got a run in the neck and they slidin' this loose
Got a line in the spray, yo, nigga, I'm sippin
I got a brand new drip
So watch out, up on the score, I get busy

Like, damn, we can't do that bitch with drip
Boys really face shocked, they ain't hop out the Zip
I'm tryna go chase her off
Hate previously bein' on feet

When I get out of that car
Attached, this is all in my char
These dumb niggas each had a ring
Got hit with a char, he said

I'ma just talk like this
These niggas be cappin' that line, they stay on my dick
These f*ck niggas dissing that shit
You can't even see, why the f*ck you postin' that shit

Lil' bruh tryna hop out, say him a bush
Got that shit in that ride say shit to the britch
Got a line in the spray, yo, nigga, I'm sippin
I got a brand new drip

So watch out, up on the score, I get busy
Like, damn, we can't do that bitch with drip
Boys really face shocked, they ain't hop out the Zip
I'm tryna go chase her off

Hate previously bein' on feet
When I get out of that car
Attached, this is all in my char
These dumb niggas each had a ring

Got hit with a char, he said
Switched all up in his V
I thought he was a driver, he crashin' the V
I was pushin' that 392 in the B

Better move up a cinch, cause he know I creep
Let's go, he know I really push up
I really push up, switch up to that truck
These dumb niggas, he really be tested

My white boy in the feel like cup
Nah, I never fell in the midst
Ain't rich like Chris Van and Gliz
Let's go, yo, bitch, my dick in the cest

Amen, stayin' on her and her best
Damn, he couldn't look up, he would test
Shocked his shit like mess
He tried to play in that whip

Half-assed his crack
Can't come around, he ain't no catchin
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