Mill Off Wocki ft. 2peece Lyrics

2peece to your mouth

(Go)

If I touch a bitch she'll get card-arrest

Cause my pockets look like Dolly Parton chests

They wasn't moving right so I had pivot left

Huncho pop out bitches start recording him

Me and 2peece loaded finna score again

Turned to Autumn bitches they want more of him

Love that paper we like her and Dorian

Love that paper we like Yay & 50 though

Finna blow up like a Missy video

Used to be out working on my finger rolls

Til LoMay had showed me how to swing a door

How could I forget the days when I was broke

And all the bad bitches tried to play me out

You would think them hoes went & signed to face

When they see a nigga they all wavy now

It's all gravy now I'm the savior now

Off that brown play some Chris and take her down

They would smell exotic floating all through Rogers

That's how they would know that lil' Jamie round

Fuck waiting round started taking crowns

I get 500 before I make a sound

Yo bitch stream me while I'm hitting her

I'm like a boxer getting paid for every round (Gahdamn)

Sauce Gardner shorty tryna lock me

Michael Jordan numbers off the Roxy's

Big stepper like that nigga Giannis

Say he want a mill off the Wocki

Yo pockets never growing Milanaki

Shit I'm doing they can never copy

She treat me like I'm champagne papi

Left her in the grand flame lobby

Every word is uppage on the price

I'm on every Mt Rushmore in site

Posted up by Teds like every night

80 off the red a Jerry Rice

I'm on track for Eddie Murphy pape

But I ain't with the cuffing shit for life

Texting Quri call me with a play

Cause she won't leave and try and stay the night (Gahdam)

Come to the Blanco I'm rapping it fluent

Come to the ape I'm the greatest to do it

I go drop a tape rappers start to regrouping

I go sincere when I'm serving the ether

Say you know who I don't fuck with him either

I had to elevate coke through the speakers

Shit make you levitate like Dua Lipa

Two of em sucking ain't that Dual lip a

She trying to kick it ain't never did FIFA

My name you gon' hear bring it up like some high knees

Feel me to the maxey I turned into Tyrese (Facts)

In my city they'll put the whole gang in the ER

Like niggas was hanging with Veeze (Ganger)

Boys praying to the Lord I don't drop but you know I'm the God so they praying to me

Sauce Gardner shorty tryna lock me

Michael Jordan numbers off the Roxy's

Big stepper like that nigga Giannis

Say he want a mill off the Wocki

Yo pockets never growing Milanaki

Shit I'm doing they can never copy

She treat me like I'm champagne papi

Left her in the grand flame lobby

Every word is uppage on the price

I'm on every Mt Rushmore in site

Posted up by Teds like every night

80 off the red a Jerry Rice

I'm on track for Eddie Murphy pape

But I ain't with the cuffing shit for life

Texting Quri call me with a play

Cause she won't leave and try and stay the night

Bitch