Mil Lyrics

Yeen coming wit' that bag la' bra chill

I'm worth a mil yeen coming wit' that bag la' bra chill

Got a bitch that call me kosher cause she know that I'm the deal

Ride the city I be floating I can barely hold the wheel

And I know I prolly shouldn't but I'ma crack another seal

This shit got me staring at the stars like I can touch 'em

Anytime I see the feds come around bitch I'ma duck 'em

I can never be a rat and fuck a opp cause Ion trust 'em

You got the drop shi' where he at we pulling up so we can tussle

Never need a bitch or a nigga that's some big facts

They prolly think they better than la' Kell nigga sit clack

Fuck the stress I'ma light a L this that good gas

And fuck the press they gon' run and tell we can't do that

I don't give a fuck 'bout what you saying just don't lie to me

They tell me I'm winning should've went and hit the lottery

Shooter keep a strap just like a band that's a lot of heat

Ion know la' bra right there but he look like a opp to me

I don't need no handout I always been a lonely nigga

I'ma bring them bands out just so I can show you niggas

I'ma bring them hands out cause I don't gotta tote a pistol

Bitches they be fans now don't act like youn know a nigga

Run it up all this damn money on my mind

I been waiting for too long but they can't knock me off my grind

Hit his la' bitch from the back said she feel it in her spine

I ain't picking up the phone if yeen talking bout a dime

Yeah yeah yeah yeah