Don’t Milly Rock lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
Tell 'em be quiet
Yeah
I'm doin' this sh*t, f*ck n*gga
Yeah
Damn, that's Surreal right there?
Yeah, I don't Milly Rock, I just get the guap
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy)
I don't Milly Rock, yeah, I just get the— (Ayy, Bans)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I don't Milly Rock, huh, I just get the guap (Ayy)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Ayy, yeah, huh, ayy, yeah)
f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot (Thot)
I don't Milly Rock (Thot), I just get the guap
I don't Milly Rock (Ayy), I just get the guap (Huh)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Lil' n*gga mad 'cause we hot (Hot)
Look at my diamonds, they pop (Pop)
We never run outta stock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, we never run outta stock (Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Look at my diamonds, they pop (Pop, yeah, pop, yeah, they pop)
f*ck on that ho, she a thot (Thot)
Hotbox, push right up in a droptop (Ayy, yeah, skrrt, yeah)
Run it the second I get it (Get it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We sendin' shots at your fitted (Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah)
f*ck her, then nut on her titty (Yeah, f*ck her, then nut on her titty)
f*ck her, then bust on her titty (Bust on her titty, yeah, yeah, ayy)
Look how I run through the b*tch
All of my n*ggas, they with me (All of my n*ggas)
1OF1 keepin' it (All of my n*ggas)
Yeah, 1OF1 we keepin' plenty (Yeah, yeah)
Of the sticks (Yeah, yeah), of the sticks (Yeah)
His just tried to brick us
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I don't Milly Rock, huh, I just get the guap (Ayy)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Thot, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot (Yeah)
I don't Milly Rock (Yeah), I just get the guap
I don't Milly Rock (Ayy), I just get the guap (Huh)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Lil' n*gga mad 'cause we hot (Hot)
Look at my diamonds, they pop (Pop)
We never run outta stock (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rejjie Snow]
Hold up
Drop top, skrrt skrrt (Yeah)
But that girl needs a visa
First class, I splurge (Yeah)
All the way from Argentina
Milly Rock, cash to save (Yeah)
Deposit rocks in all the Wraiths (Yeah)
Alexander, he Wang (Yeah)
My German keys in my hand
My Bimmer racin', go fast
Tay-K, my life is on blast (Yeah)
Hold up, switch the payment (Yeah)
Dat boy's about to be famous (Yeah)
Those songs I wrote in my basement
No Milly Rock and no paper
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I don't Milly Rock, huh, I just get the guap (Ayy)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Thot, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot (Yeah)
I don't Milly Rock (Yeah), I just get the guap (Yeah, yeah)
I don't Milly Rock (Ayy), I just get the guap (Huh)
Ridin' around with no top (Ayy), f*cked that lil' ho, she a thot
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Lil' n*gga mad 'cause we hot (Hot)
Look at my diamonds, they pop (Pop)
We never run outta stock (Yeah, yeah)