SNEEZE! Lyrics

She give me brain, that lil bitch too intelligent

Fuck on yo bitch, lil bitch is so heaven sent

That lil shawty obsessed with my bands

I'm boutta blow up, ain't talking Iran

Putting a gun to his head and he ran

That boy a bitch, but really a fan

Baguettes in my face, I landed in France

We spinning your block, and now he in a trance

Got all this money on me in a Vette

Yeah, Amilcar in a van

Man it's the Kizz king in this bitch

Smoking big pounds, can't even stand

I sit by myself, I don't hear what they say

I'm sipping on codeine, I'm feeling okay

When she gon fuck with us, yeah she say she feel safe

If you look in my fridge, all you finding is drank

Aye, Steph King, gonna get caught for embezzlement

Think that I'm sick cuz I'm sipping on medicine

I got the blick on me, feel like a veteran

She want the dick, I don't know if she ready yet

Brand new flooded watch, came from Elliot

Yeah my bitch the baddest, we like cookie batter

Yeah I could tell you where the money is

I'm on the wheel, I ain't talking bout Ferris

Just like I'm Kanye, I'm posted in Paris

I just fucked on this bitch, it turns out she was married

We way too fast for this shit like I'm Barry

I got some arrows on me I ain't talking bout Cupid

If you fuck with me and Steph, you is stupid

Bad little bitch, she be gripping my pants

But she only want me cuz I got many bands

I do not give a fuck about your story, lil bro

He hit my line for a feature, I ain't gonna do it cuz he was a sorry lil hoe

Which shawty should I fuck with today?

No I'm not picking, it's really like ennie mi mo

Swear as soon as I get the bag, I ain't fucking with no Milli no more

I get the bag and I go

She play my new shit and then she gon float

I got that drip like It came off the boat

Milly G moshing, man we at the show

My diamonds look like a flashlight yo

Got war with the boys? Shout out my bros

And we getting all the green, cause we staying on go

And we getting to the pizza, yeah I'm talking bout the dough

Yeah Milli Vs Milly yeah we way too dope

He talking down that is all that he wrote

Run up on him and made his body float

We be cooking up but we ain't got stove

Switch out my hoes like I switch out my clothes

He my lil bro and I still took his hoe

Sorry brodie, that is just how this life goes

That's what you get when you stealing my flow

Call me John snow, my fit black like a crow

She give me brain, that lil bitch too intelligent

Fuck on yo bitch, lil bitch is so heaven sent

That lil shawty obsessed with my bands

I'm boutta blow up, ain't talking Iran

Putting a gun to his head and he ran

That boy a bitch, but really a fan

Baguettes in my face, I landed in France

We spinning your block, and now he in a trance