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Two Milli
Cash
No keys just digi my dash
Pockets heavy I walk with a sag
He a lick so we pull up in mask
Yo mans ain't have enough for the bail
You niggas stay going out sad
They want me to stop shittin on 12
So tell em to stay off my ass
Cuban Link
Moat
So big that bitch need a boat
I talk shit so a Smith what I tote
Rollie my wrist and Lui my coat
You niggas think it's a game
Like a screen imma pull up and load
Niggas talking down on the gang
Like Danny we pull up in ghost
Whip look like you knocked the scale off chameleon
At the bank I'm laughing, you know that's my favorite comedian
Niggas tryna copy my sauce when they're missing all the ingredients
Keeping my motion so you knew this move'll be better than previous
F.L.U.S.S
Bitch you know the rest
Fuck a vest
When I shoot you know I'm gone aim above the neck
The way a nigga loading (Nickeloadeon) thought I was Brian Peck
My curse I'm promoting, see it tatted on my neck
Two Milli
Cash
Ain't money then I don't converse
I'm not a killer but I don't mind putting niggas on shirts
Bitch move like my diamonds the way she making it twerk
I look good when I smile, so they think imma flirt
Said that was yo hoe?
I don't know
When she gave me throat it sound like she had a cold
That nigga a mole
Yea he told
It's under control like magnets a nigga gonna come with two poles
Two Milli
Cash
No keys just digi my dash
Pockets heavy I walk with a sag
He a lick so we pull up in mask
Yo mans couldn't pay for the bail
You niggas stay going out sad
Want me to stop shittin on 12
So tell em to stay off my ass
Cuban Link
Moat
So big that bitch need a boat
I talk shit so a Smith what I tote
Rollie wrist and Lui my coat
You niggas think it's a game
Like a screen imma pull up and load
Niggas talking down on the gang
Like Danny we pull up in ghost
Niggas been hating like what is your motive?
Pull up and spark on these niggas, explosive
Not a Pokémon but my metal the grossest
Not a rapper more of a melodical poet
Stretching these bitches, they calling me yoga
Surrounded by bloods, would've thought I was Toga
Killing these niggas like I gotta meet quota
Mix up this brown in my cup like a mocha
Huh
Mixed Codeine in my soda
Huh
If I ask, that bitch coming over
They curved me then, but now I don't know em
They ain't getting Tip cause the box mediocre
I got bitches asking to hit again
Keep that shit short just like I was 10 again
Hoping these niggas not thinking it's one on one
Pull up on me and I'm loading the tommy gun
Two Milli
Cash
No keys just digi my dash
Pockets heavy I walk with a sag
He a lick so we pull up in mask
Yo couldn't pay for the bail
You niggas stay going out sad
They want me to stop shittin on 12
So tell em to stay off my ass
Cuban Link
Moat
So big that bitch need a boat
I talk shit so a Smith what I tote
Rollie my wrist and Lui my coat
You niggas think it's a game
Like a screen imma pull up and load
Niggas talking down on the gang
Like Danny we pull up in ghost