Jay Milo - 5 A.M. Angel Drive (feat. Lil Wade) Lyrics

I'm on that Trish again, Blue and yellow diamonds like I work for Michigan
Shorty got me too tired like a Michelin, pull up on your block with 30 shots, I'm finna hit again
That bitch steady blowing up my line, ain't got time for it
I be rocking Alexander Wang with the Tom Ford
Aye, that nigga bitch made, he a tomboy
Yeah I see them snakes all in the grass, I need a lawnmower

Mmm, somebody clap for him
They do that shit for no audience, them boys unemployed
They see we flashy, they copy the style like paperboys
I just take they bitch to the back and we make Jamaican noise
All of our grass is green, but I had to paint it blue
All of my bitches freaks, they taste like honeydew
But her panunu came from the Mit, I can't cut her loose
That's on the deuce the Don Julio off a Jigga too

Aye, It's buffs through these frames, I got my lens up
I ain't copped a Benz truck, but I got my Bands up
Last nigga ran up, he seen about like 10 of them
Bitch, I feel like Mack Jack, lil' nigga, I might spend some
Hit his ass with that dog that's a off breed
.32 up in my drawers, I'm like Rothstein
Put his ass on that Tee like a golf team
Hammer head got that one bite it's like a jaw seam

And they gon' look at this shit like this the pinnacle
But me and bro been eating back when this shit taste plentiful
If I don't f*ck with you, bro reduce your ass to a particle
I'm narrating through these verses, can't find this shit in no article
I popped a few, and made shorty give me a top or two
Like chompers do, I make shorty eat me like Pappadeaux
I rock with few, but not with bitches that's down for the crew
They can't even see my nightstand, give bitches boots before I buy'em shoes

Aye, he back door his lil' homie, I can't honor you
Niggas out here selling psst they so comical
They clowned him out he shoulda worked up at a carnival
I'm in my office suit, getting fly, I'm like a cardinal
Aye, bitch, I'm dripping off white, but I be blacking bitches
Aye, bro just did a electric slide, he just clapped a nigga
Bitch, I'm really on my psst I poured a line of fitness
Yeah, they call me boss baby, that's cause I'm back in business

No, I ain't PGDG baby, but I still stand on business
And yeah, we cut from different cloths, but I take care of my children
They wonder why I'm so elite, that's cause we practice different
I'm like this on and off the court, I'm like a Brandon Emerick
Them niggas lazy, they ain't balling, you should change divisions
I'm not a mathematician, f*ck with me and get some digits
We pull up four to kidneys, I don't f*ck with Ace of Whitney's
We throw up 100's, 50's, none my bitches own a penny

My shorty rolling off them scripts, I think he need a Emmy
I put a pint inside my body, I should get a kidney
Bro put his ass at that bag, you think he went to Tilly's
Long arms up out that scat, I look like Victor Wimby
You know what that shit mean, tell me what the lip read
Bro hit that dog a hundred times, that bitch a mixed breed

Jump man got that beam on top his head that knock is ten speed
Precisely, bitch I got a job for you, Indeed