2 Milly

WindyGotHits
 Smoke and Angel
 I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
 I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
 I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
 I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
 Come get a zip of this ZaZa for 250
 Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me 250
 Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
 Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
 I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
 I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
 I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
 I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
 My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
 If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
 If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
 Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you
 These niggas ridin' dick just like a prostitute
 These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete
 I'm in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep
 I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet
 Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free
 I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free
 I be in Wailea or somewhere, I'm on the beach
 I be in Lahaina chillin', I'm with a freak
 Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat
 I'm doin' shows at arenas, I'm fillin' seats
 I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep
 Your weed ain't loud, when you lit it, it ain't a peep
 500 bags gone in four days, don't need a week
 Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak
 I just popped two 'shrooms, so you know I'm feelin' geeked
 She start undressin', so you know I'm finna beat
 If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't talk to me
 If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't bother me
 Shooters at every door, it ain't no robbin' me
 These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me
 These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me
 I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony
 I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously
 I live the scam life, nigga, obviously
 I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
 I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
 I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
 I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
 Come get a zip of this ZaZa for 250
 Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me 250
 Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
 Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
 I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
 I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
 I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
 I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
 My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
 If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
 If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
 Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you