Mill ticket Lyrics

I'ma keep it so 100 in this shit, cause I know it's still some shit y'all niggas don't

know about me, but I'ma let all this shit go, you just gotta hear me, turn my mic up

Yeah, let that bitch ride, uh

It's a lot of shit I gotta deal with, and I gotta get us off this city on the Mill ticket

Niggas snake and bitches fake so I don't feel niggas, I get my first M and split it with them real niggas

Yeah, bitch I came up in Detroit, where niggas rob or kill because they feel that it's important

A nigga try my brother, I'm gon' greet him with this 40, and I know that I'll be sinning, I'll wake up and thank the Lord

Another day I'm still living, cuz dozing off on pills different, she say I'm lame, nah baby I'm just a chill nigga

Still counting chicken, still hoping that a pussy nigga would, so I can drill niggas, and that's real nigga

You see, coming up ain't really have nothing, we had the needs, but we couldn't buy the shit we wanted

I'm older now, all that little shit don't cost me nothing, stuff the racks up in the shoebox cause I can't even fold it

Bitch keep on bragging bout her pussy, I ain't even want it, brother put that switch up on his glock, he can't even hold it

Them niggas bragging bout they racks, really be the brokest, and you gotta watch the ones around you, be the ones the closest

I done spread your bitch legs, I'm feeling like I'm Moses, I just poured a 8 up in that 2, I'm trying not to dose it

And every time I think bout Dukes, that shit really blow me, had to cut a couple niggas off, cause these niggas phony

Some bitches really did me bold, colder than baloney, what you know bout riding down a 7 just to hit the coney

I also did some bitches bold, but they don't even know it, better watch your mouth baby boy, treat your ass like Jody

They ain't gonna listen though, and you know I miss you Dukes, I know you hear me though, and I gotta speak some real, they don't feel me though

And niggas know not to try it, cause they fear the bros, we was swiping with them cards hit the mall and load

Closet full, every hour I'm in different clothes, got a jolly ass chop call it mistletoe

And gift his ass with 223's, Merry Christmas hoe

Yeah, let that bitch ride

Yop Yop , slat

Yop, yop, yop

Yop, yop, yeah

Free them motherfucking boys

I'm gone

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