You can't f*ck with me on any level, Blanco look
I catch a op doing dirty all of the thotties prefer me
Her body is slim but she curvy
Giving me brain cause she nerdy
I pop me a Vov when I'm thirsty
I had to put down the percies
My youngin is 20 but he got a 30
Wario shootin like Kirby
Back up the Lambo in traffic
I sit at home send a catfish
The money can't fit in a bag
Can't f*ck with a bitch if she average
My youngin shoot like he play for the Mavericks
They know designer the fabric
Countin blue hunneds a habit
I'm in LA living lavish
I had to gigi the scale
We send that shit in the mail
It was ten but the youngin pale
Recorded attempt and we posted his bail
All of my ops is just pussy and frail
I just be winning they pray that I fail
But I prevail I'm counting my blessings
My enemy stressin
Watch what you speak on we doin recon
Fully inside of the Nissan
Youngin will hunt till the beef gone
We catch a rapper and we put the beats on
We ain't makin no music
Pourin this wok in my cup I been tainting the fluid
Get in my way I get ruthless I flame on em like Tatom I do it
I back up the Lambo swerving I feel like Rambo purgin
30 on me in a foreign interior amorage
Kickin the door off the door hinge
Liquor we pouring, get high till I'm soaring
Trap by time you think I was tourin
Blowin me up I'm ignorin
Cause last time we f*cked it was boring
Millyz - Ruthless Freestyle Lyrics
Millyz - Ruthless Freestyle Lyrics
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You can't f*ck with me on any level, Blanco look
I catch a op doing dirty all of the thotties prefer me
Her body is slim but she curvy
Giving me brain cause she nerdy
I pop me a Vov when I'm thirsty
I had to put down the percies
My youngin is 20 but he got a 30
Wario shootin like Kirby
Back up the Lambo in traffic
I sit at home send a catfish
The money can't fit in a bag
Can't f*ck with a bitch if she average
My youngin shoot like he play for the Mavericks
They know designer the fabric
Countin blue hunneds a habit
I'm in LA living lavish
I had to gigi the scale
We send that shit in the mail
It was ten but the youngin pale
Recorded attempt and we posted his bail
All of my ops is just pussy and frail
I just be winning they pray that I fail
But I prevail I'm counting my blessings
My enemy stressin
Watch what you speak on we doin recon
Fully inside of the Nissan
Youngin will hunt till the beef gone
We catch a rapper and we put the beats on
We ain't makin no music
Pourin this wok in my cup I been tainting the fluid
Get in my way I get ruthless I flame on em like Tatom I do it
I back up the Lambo swerving I feel like Rambo purgin
30 on me in a foreign interior amorage
Kickin the door off the door hinge
Liquor we pouring, get high till I'm soaring
Trap by time you think I was tourin
Blowin me up I'm ignorin
Cause last time we f*cked it was boring
I catch a op doing dirty all of the thotties prefer me
Her body is slim but she curvy
Giving me brain cause she nerdy
I pop me a Vov when I'm thirsty
I had to put down the percies
My youngin is 20 but he got a 30
Wario shootin like Kirby
Back up the Lambo in traffic
I sit at home send a catfish
The money can't fit in a bag
Can't f*ck with a bitch if she average
My youngin shoot like he play for the Mavericks
They know designer the fabric
Countin blue hunneds a habit
I'm in LA living lavish
I had to gigi the scale
We send that shit in the mail
It was ten but the youngin pale
Recorded attempt and we posted his bail
All of my ops is just pussy and frail
I just be winning they pray that I fail
But I prevail I'm counting my blessings
My enemy stressin
Watch what you speak on we doin recon
Fully inside of the Nissan
Youngin will hunt till the beef gone
We catch a rapper and we put the beats on
We ain't makin no music
Pourin this wok in my cup I been tainting the fluid
Get in my way I get ruthless I flame on em like Tatom I do it
I back up the Lambo swerving I feel like Rambo purgin
30 on me in a foreign interior amorage
Kickin the door off the door hinge
Liquor we pouring, get high till I'm soaring
Trap by time you think I was tourin
Blowin me up I'm ignorin
Cause last time we f*cked it was boring
Writer: John Doe
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