YUNO MILES Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo

You talk me up a little more

Oh yeah

Yo, what's y'all cookie man

It's Mane Dogg man

Alright

Huh? What

It's Keem

It's Mene

It's Mene

Alright

Shit you bad

Bad

I already know that

Nah

Money bag

Money

New faces like I'm Koda

Koda

Pop a Jack

Check the logo, yeah I own that

Money talks

Money

I'm just spittin' in my slow rap

Smoke weed

I got it

Them pills

I pop it

I drink

No coffee

They breathe

No topics

You know

I got sticks, foundation, and pop it

Yeah, you know

You know

You know, you know

You know

How many times they gon' fight for your soul

Trade your life for some diamonds and gold

Said you were different, you're getting exposed

I come from the bottom like a pedal or roll

Too many times I've been solo and bold

Life is a bitch, rock a dog on the road

I know I'm blessed cause I've been having woes

They see I'm single thinking I build hoes

Booking me in and I'm selling a show

She see I'm shit, how I open them doors

Keys to the lock, so I got it like closed

Pistol and pen when she bust on my drawers

I don't mind y'all selling, cause fuck the laws

The struggle's so real, you get life on a chart

Too many bars, how I do it is large

From Pac to DG to X, then Kobe, then it's 2-8-5

Said you're bad

I already know that

Money bag

New faces like I'm Koda

Pop a Jack

Check the logo

Yeah, I own that

Money talks

I'm just spitting in my slow rap

Smoke weed

I got it

Them pills

I pop it

Got drank

No coffee

Can't breathe

No toppings

You know I got six foundations

I'm back again

I pull up with that newest trend

She back and she bend

Then I take her back to the room

She ain't no doing no spend

That's money that's spent

That's back in the bin

She trippin' my lint

Ayy, Eastman dog is back

Flesh and the elites, but I dress in all black

Shooter with me and you're ready on tack

Dogs in the nation, they ready on blast

Black, black, all I hear is sack

Pull her up with a mask

I got facetap

Pull up a Scott

Said you're bad

I already know that

Money bag

Blue faces like I'm Koda

Pop me tight

Check the logo

Yeah, I own that

Money talks

I'm just spittin' in my slow rap

Smoke weed

I got it

Them pills

I pop it

Got drank

No coffee

Can't breathe

No toppings

You know I got six foundations

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Wild Fan

DPT

The Overly Dedicated

Young and Fresh

Main down mine

Yeah, slap, slap