2 Milly

WindyGotHits Smoke and Angel I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450 Come get a zip of this ZaZa for 250 Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me 250 Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli' Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you These niggas ridin' dick just like a prostitute These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete I'm in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free I be in Wailea or somewhere, I'm on the beach I be in Lahaina chillin', I'm with a freak Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat I'm doin' shows at arenas, I'm fillin' seats I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep Your weed ain't loud, when you lit it, it ain't a peep 500 bags gone in four days, don't need a week Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak I just popped two 'shrooms, so you know I'm feelin' geeked She start undressin', so you know I'm finna beat If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't talk to me If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't bother me Shooters at every door, it ain't no robbin' me These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously I live the scam life, nigga, obviously I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450 Come get a zip of this ZaZa for 250 Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me 250 Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli' Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you