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Damarco Williams
Damarco Williams
Songwriter
Jaden Locke
Jaden Locke
Songwriter
Edward John William Haydon
Edward John William Haydon
Composer

Lyrics

Who's that Milo
Turn me up in the headphones
Yop that's good
Ion even got close friends i keep pole close
I'm tryna figure out who really for me but i don't know
Locked in wit a few **** i hope they don't fold
We got glocks in and we got FN's we gon tote both
Blunt rolled but that **** talkin bold
We might smoke both
Ion know why they keep on playin wit them boys know they won't go
Don't run up on me thinkin you gon make it home that's a no no
Young boss **** please don't make me bounce out wit that 44
Or i can bounce out wit that 45 like i'm D Mitch
If five 0 ever question me i ain't see shit
I can never change i'm in my own lane
I just wanna be rich
I be gettin' high i can't feel my face
I feel like The Weeknd
Brody high he keep on sippin lean raw and poppin pink 10s
Think he finna die so that's why every where he go
He gotta keep stick
I know my **** keep it solid bet you boys can't say the same
Cause y'all team snitched
Money fallin' out my pocket so i keep glizzy on my side cause the jeans ripped
Why is everybody hatin on a **** my name ain't Chris
She know i got them bands we rockin out but we can't kiss
They know that we the ones
Them bitches told us that we ain't shit
Back then they treated us like nothin we them **** now
Back then we took a couple L's but we winning now
Rolling woods back to back
Not in the forest i keep sticks around
You was never there when i was down keep yo distance now
Please back up
I ain't playin in the Wimbledon but i gotta run my racks up
My name isn't Jerry but in the house i got a stack tucked
Even if them **** blitz probably still wouldn't sack nun
Act dumb brody probably fuck around and mask up
You can catch me in that caddy but i'll still never lack duh
Off white hoodie wit the
Uh aye Off white shoes and the hoodie wit a black gun
Get you hurt we ain't shot shit at lil durk get it back in blood
We'll get you murked and probably put you on a shirt just for actin tough
I'm a flirt but i got bitches feelings hurt cause i passed them up
Please don't play them **** in the motherfuckin club cause they
Please don't play them **** in the club cause they trash as fuck
Them **** trippin they been dissin for a while
Like is it cap or what
Like him and Marco they been missin for a while
Them **** back or what
Like tell them other **** step off to the side tell em wrap it up
I ain't a dyke but every time i fuck a bitch know the strap is tucked
They know we the hottest in the
So they mad at us
I barely passed math but if it's pape i can add it up
12 bullets comin out the colt look like Andrew Luck
My lil **** toting on a 22 he think he Andrew Wiggins
How we scoring on these **** easily and it is not no scrimmage
Them **** they been hiding for a minute
We thought the opps went missin
We gon get em and everybody else who wit em
We don't want no witness
Written by: Damarco Williams, Edward John William Haydon, Jaden Locke, William Collier
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