MR.T ft. Splitlife Milk Lyrics

We getting it done on the a team

Gold chains on bitch I pity a fool

Get a bag get a bag

No friends only family

In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls

Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool

In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls

Moving that work see what that product can do

We getting it done on the a team

One in the head it's on safety

For these niggas acing bakey

Feel like they been plotting lately

Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool

In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls

Moving that work see what that product can do

We getting it done on the a team

One in the head it's on safety

For these niggas acting bakey

Feel like they been plotting lately

I might pop out in some off white Jordan's

Same color as charlotte hornets

These Niggas be straight informants

Get a F for they street performance

I'm chef with my wrist I'm a gourmet

Be same with the beat when I'm on it

Any nigga that think we not it

Come and pull up and show we not on it

Get a f for your street performance

If he telling that shit is enormous

Better know where the weight round the corner

You know what's best you will stay from that corner

They be out on your ass in morning

If they see you you know that they doing it

Ain't no missing this shit come from foreigners

Keep the bippy you know they stay on us Keep the bippy you know they stay on us

Getting busy you try run up us

Play the fifty you gone be goner

Niggas iffy they never been honest

Died from karma was catching up on him

Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool

In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls

Moving that work see what that product can do

We getting it done on the a team

One in the head it's on safety

For these niggas acting bakey

Feel like they been plotting lately

Gold chains on bitch I pity the fool

In Baltimore city ducking goblin and ghouls

Moving that work see what that product can do

We getting it done on the a team

One in the head it's on safety

For these niggas acting bakey

Feel like they been plotting lately

My doves in this bitch so don't flex a muscle

Make a stain in this bitch I'm too fresh to tussle

I can tell that they hate by the look on they face

My niggas stay quiet we beating our case

How you trap for five years and you on the same corner

You playing with me your bro spilling coronas

Ain't have to pull up inna vettes to get the hood respect

I go get a bag I can teach you bout checks

I remember when local girls were my only fans

You ain't having no motion with no proper plan

That boy is rat take him to Disney land

I don't got no opps so I'm smoking on za

Them boys getting scared when we hop out the car

I bought me a scope so I could aim from afar

When she buy that blue hair that shit pissing me off

Imma fuck from the back and I'm snatching it off

What you spent on your bitch I spent more on my chain

Turn my back when she fall cause I don't want to catch her

Put money on his head so he don't see a stretcher

Niggas trynna be my friend where the fuck is my brother

Got a ghetto ass bitch and boujie ass bitch

Big two-seven really step on shit yeah

Now my bitches all call me mr.t

Mr.t yeah yeah

Now I'm hopping back road now they missing me

Now they missing me yeah

Now my bitches all call me call me mr.t

They call me mr t yeah

I'm hopping back road now they missing me

Yeah now they missing me