Milli Did/Jason Luvv ft. Lee2x Lyrics

Yeah, bitch said it really is

Niggas always talkin' on my name, let's see how real it get

Brodie slidin' with a few jawns, that's bound to hit his head

Said she fuck with niggas who go get their bag, how Milli did

Sayin' we won't touch a bag, like come on really, bitch

Prayin' on our downfall, like you must be a silly bitch

Just a young nigga tryna touch a mill like Gillie, bitch

And watch it be them broke niggas that don't feel the kid

Shhh, that's when them hollows, quick to hit his head

And we keep lettin' off them shots until that nigga dead

I told you close that back door before we kick it in

Now they about to read that nigga name on citizens

Damn, if we catch a opp, you know we pack him up

Bitch, this ain't no game, I got a tech it like to tag him up

Dot gon' come and bag him up, smoke after we wrap him up

Rollin' with your mans, well, bitch, this shotty like to back me up

It back me up, then back you up, niggas really, bitch, or what?

Claimin' that's your mans, but watch that nigga end up switchin' up

You blowin' up her phone, like she ain't eatin' up this dick or what?

Yeah, shawty with the crew, is that your bitch or what?

Yeah, sippin' on this drink, now I don't feel a thing

Took a dyke bitch, guess she wanted somethin' realer than

I just saw a bad bitch, tell her reel it in

I'm just ballin', game time, call me Lillard then

Only when I'm catchin' bodies, I'm a minute man

The way these shots just hit him up, tell me how you feel that man

You said that you gon' ride for me, show me how you kill that man

Shots hit up his stomach, have that nigga like, ayúdame

He said, he don't fuck with 12, like, why that nigga lyin'

Catch a opp, we kill a opp, no wonder why the beef be dyin

Niggas always talkin', but my niggas like to move in silence

All this fuckin' green on me, a nigga lookin' like the giant, damn

Shorty said I'm fly just like the fuckin' pilot

Every track I touch is gold, I'm feelin' like I'm Midas

Said if I up it from the hip, he gettin' hit like Ryan

I keep that 4-5 on my back, I let it fly like Tyson

Damn, I mean fly like Jordan

How these niggas want the ball, but they barely scorin'

Shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin

How you claimin' that's your bitch, but she steady hoein'

Why these niggas on my dick like they steady drawn

Sent that nigga out of bounds, he ain't got no motion

Why the nigga scared of pussy, he bitchaphobic

Everything I do is big like the gun I'm totin

Everything I do is big like this fuckin' motion

These niggas broke, and they lame, they don't got no focus

Make your bitch disappear like Hocus Pocus

One hand gesture, get you cooked, you ain't even notice

She smell good and she sweet, she a lotus

Off the hezzy, you would think that I wrote it

One-on-one, piece of clothing, you would think I sold it

Feelin' good life sweet Zack and Cody

Loafin' on that bread, boy, you a hoagie

Ball head pussy, we call that bitch Ginóbili

Smackin' on that pussy, now its rosie

Bad bitch JT call me Lil Uzi

Get back to that music like it's Musi

She laughin' at you when you hang up, you a goofy

Shadow Clone Jutsu, hit you with the doozy

She like, damn, your dick long, you like, Luffy

Goin' ape shit, bout to climb the state

So much money on the floor, you need a rake

Not a broom dumb bitch, you need a rake

Leave that boy medium rare like a steak

Give me money, give me loot before I take

It's rainin' money, monsoon got a lake

You a bitch, you might fold, you might break

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Said, let me take it there

Said, I ain't fuckin' with that bitch unless the cake is there

Said, I'm jus beatin' on her buns jus like the baker here

I said, the drink up in my cup, don't need no chaser here

These niggas claimin' that we ass, but how we make it here?

Bad bitch, fat ass, she like to shake it here

Black and white diamonds, we don't do no segregation here

That cocaine on my neck make a nigga lookin' racist here

Pop up out the cut with that mask it look like Jason here

I be quick to fuck your wife just like Jason Luvv

I swear that switch like a bitch, the way it ate him up

Mack with a big appetite, it hold 50 plus

You niggas bitches, niggas hoes, you ain't got no guts

But that's your dad fault, I knock you half off

How you lyin' on your bro? Take the cap off

I get gritty in the dirt, take the mask off

But I'm a mad dog, I ain't sad dog