A Milli lyrics

by

King Los


[Produced by Bangladesh]

I'm slick and I'm fly, I'm fly and I'm slick
So slick I could fly like oh my God, I'm flyin oh sh*t
Am I slicker or flyer don't know, I'm trying to pick
But if I kill you while your driving you'll be ghostriding your whip
I whipped your girlfriend, Now her and her girlfriend both ridin my di*k
My flow so ill I told the doctor help me I'm dyin I'm sick
Stizzick a nizzedle that mean I'm, supplying some sh*t
Dope as heroin, Every word I'm sayin get you high as a b*tch
High as a brick fallin from the towers
Now I'm ballin on them cowards
So hard NBA commissioners gon' call me any hour
Sour face dem coward haters, f*ck dem n*ggas
Now I'm racist, Give em 40 cal. abrasions
Now I'm facin, Allegegations
di*k her then I c*m, Sicker with the words
Wiggle with a verse, Quicker with a trigger hit a n*gga first
If he get us hurt, Lift him in a hearse
Stick 'em in the dirt, Ditch him then I murk
In the kitchen with the work
Den I be whippin round that pop, Like I'm whippin coka ain't I
I'm a lion from the jungle, No heyena
Both my ninas, Get em in a jam
Stick em in a van, Hit em with the blam
Think a n*gga playin, think he give a damn
Squeeze the trigger, Blam
See the n*gga ran, sweet as Peter Pan
Leave 'em with a tan, See the beater man?
I beat 'em with the hands
Oh momma sorry, I don't want no drama from these cats
If I pull my Glock up on ya, you'll run like Barack Obama
If we beefin bring ya armor fo' I knock a pothole
Take dat beef, Bring some shells and make a f*ckin taco out you
See if it's not clear n*gga, It's my year n*gga
These other rappers cool, But this sh*t rite here n*gga
Ya ain't tellin Los sh*t, I'm so outta dis world I make telescopes squint
sh*t I just wanna ball with no drama
Black face presidential rollie call it Obama
Oh momma, I'm so sick they tell doctors
She rubbin on my seats like she never felt ostrich
My roof in the trunk like it's bein held hostage
My links so juicy fat people think they smell sausage
And I don't mention you clowns
You n*ggas wouldn't shoot a tech you caught intentional foul
I pick a new town, Trick a few thou
Make my wrist like a blizzard blue, blew Pikachu round
You kiss and you clown, n*ggas done beat ya chicken to the gizzards wow
I'm bout to slide it to a level where I'm hotter than the devil
Cause ya ridin with a rebel like da rocks that's in my bezzle
I'm a shine, I'm grindin with my metal everytime
In my mind never settle for a dime
I'm petty with my metaphors, To rhyme I'm a climb
I'm better than my predators outwit em every time
Count every president that ever did it hyper irrelavant I recite em in my line
I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas or the cops, Tryna spend a buck and put spinners on the drop
And it's cold as f*ck every winter on the block
So you know what's up wen I'm aimin at ya spot
Give it up smooth or ya gonna get shot
I'm da kid dats movin on ya block
I think it's been proven Los is hot
Let's get sh*t movin, I'm focused biotch!
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