Paroles de Miltroit
(JR)Ayy
With me it's mostly action, I hate when it's too much talkin'
Lakeyah, what they pay? I send a hundred through Milwuakee
I tried to take the za down to the K but they won't dog it
I'm tryna leave the streets but this shirt 'cause they keep callin'
They got left in the street 'cause niggas ain't have shit to offer
Don't get left in the street, hit with' that heat for all that talkin'
I fuck with Walmart but when it's smoke we want our target
Ain't no poppin' out no bushes, we be clutchin' while we parkin'
Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch
And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch
And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch
And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch
Big Lakeyah, made woman, I'm protected 'round this bitch
High speed car like it's a rally, flags is checker 'round this bitch
All this money we be gettin', you think we stressed around this bitch?
I call Tee Grizzley, we tap in, run up a check around this bitch
Ayy, I can't fit in no small coupes but got two 'Vettes around my wrist
Gang turnt, they fuck on hoes that they just met around this bitch
When they shoot, they ain't gon' miss, they hit all net around this bitch
In that bulletproof Maybach like it's a vest around this bitch
Whip roarin', bitch, this ain't my only foreign
Bitch going, I don't make no threats, you ain't gon' get no warning
What I spent on granny crib, that's what Big Meech gave his lawyers Ain't Ciara, but this pussy good, it make a nigga promise
I got plenty different whips and I don't drive 'em, I'm important
I got drivers, I got multiple Suburbans filled with sticks so, bitch, don't try
If you got tension throw that issue in the blender
I'm a boss, I'm a owner, you a motherfuckin' renter
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no makeup, we got MACs up in the sprinter
Heard them folks you with on paperwork, that's facts up in the printer, bitch
Sendin' boxes to the house, soon as they get there we gon' kill 'em
Since I got out, I been winnin', savin' more than I been spending
God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender
I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners
God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender
I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners
Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch
And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch
And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch
And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch
They got left in the street 'cause niggas ain't have shit to offer
Don't get left in the street, hit with' that heat for all that talkin'
I fuck with Walmart but when it's smoke we want our target
Ain't no poppin' out no bushes, we be clutchin' while we parkin'
Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch
And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch
And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch
And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch
Big Lakeyah, made woman, I'm protected 'round this bitch
High speed car like it's a rally, flags is checker 'round this bitch
All this money we be gettin', you think we stressed around this bitch?
I call Tee Grizzley, we tap in, run up a check around this bitch
Ayy, I can't fit in no small coupes but got two 'Vettes around my wrist
Gang turnt, they fuck on hoes that they just met around this bitch
When they shoot, they ain't gon' miss, they hit all net around this bitch
In that bulletproof Maybach like it's a vest around this bitch
Whip roarin', bitch, this ain't my only foreign
Bitch going, I don't make no threats, you ain't gon' get no warning
What I spent on granny crib, that's what Big Meech gave his lawyers Ain't Ciara, but this pussy good, it make a nigga promise
I got plenty different whips and I don't drive 'em, I'm important
I got drivers, I got multiple Suburbans filled with sticks so, bitch, don't try
If you got tension throw that issue in the blender
I'm a boss, I'm a owner, you a motherfuckin' renter
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no makeup, we got MACs up in the sprinter
Heard them folks you with on paperwork, that's facts up in the printer, bitch
Sendin' boxes to the house, soon as they get there we gon' kill 'em
Since I got out, I been winnin', savin' more than I been spending
God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender
I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners
God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender
I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners
Ayy, you want smoke, you know we with' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch
And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch
And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch
And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch
