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Frisbee
1,367
Hip-Hop
Frisbee was released on October 23, 2020 by Millyz as a part of the album Blanco 3
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Release DateOctober 23, 2020
LabelMillyz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Millyz
Performer
Sosa Geek
Sosa Geek
Performer
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pablo Mcr
Pablo Mcr
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Run that up, Rico)
[Verse 2]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Addy off with me
[Verse 3]
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 4]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 5]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 6]
Mob ties
We sellin' chickens like Popeyes
I'll leave him missin' like bye-bye
Bro, caught a body, that's my guy
Double cup, fill it with nineteen
Spin through his block like we're sightseeing
I'm wearin' a bandanna on my jeans
Roll up the lato, it's bright green
[Verse 7]
She lovin' my aura, it got her open
I pop a bean, the Hennessey soak
Sped on the chain, the V-V's is frozen
She gave me top right on top of the Tobin
Flex on an opp, I just got to provoke him
Bro, caught a case, he smacked it in motions
I hit a lick with a trappers devotion
Walk in the Faygo, my favoritist position
[Verse 8]
Woke off the drink had me negative
That's why I popped me a sedative
This life's too short so you better live
Spin, then spin, we repetitive
Uppin' the score, we competitive
This for the bro's that got sentences
I'm a get comma ,on comma, on comma
On comma, on comma
[Verse 9]
Pain killers in my body, I gotta lotta stress (Lotta stress)
I was just broke, I got a flex (Flex)
Die for the bros, I gotta rep (I gotta)
I got the juice, you rodames
I put ya bitch in a Prada dress
I was just down, so I gotta flex
(I was just down, so I gotta flex)
[Verse 10]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 11]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 12]
You ain't got Sosa woke up (What?)
Two perks, mollie, and you know I keep a gun tucked ( I know)
All the opps is mad but (But what?)
All of my thoughts is mad nuts (Crazy)
Damn (What?)
But, I don't really give two fucks
Everywhere I go I walk with a pole
Opps see me, boy, you know that I blow
Cops come at me and I gotta get low
Damn (Cops)
I gotta get low (I'm lying)
How the fuck can you hurt me (How?)
When a **** off perkies
I got shooters out in Jersey (Jersey)
Haitian to Missouri (Aye, aye, aye)
Aye, look
They like Sosa, you insane bro (Insane)
Damn, why? (Why?)
The fuck you got a Drakeo (Drakeo)
'Cause, opps
Steady plottin', tryna lay low
Aye, so I see 'em (So)
I shoot they eyes till the case closed, lil' bitch
[Verse 13]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 14]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
Written by: Myles Lockwood
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