I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
These bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a mil, cuz I get to the money
These bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a mil, cuz I get to the money
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
Where that milticket
I get to the mula
My diamonds from Africa, my bitch is from Cuba
My gun is from Russia, it blow like a tuba
You don't mach up, my clip long as a ruler
Shoutout to my plug, shoutout to my shooter
Shoutout to my wrist, icy like a cooler
I'm a menace like Denis, but gansta like Hoover
Backspace and delete, these bullet will move ya
I'm getting the money, pockets I'm stuff'in
You hungry, you broke, your ribs are touching
You wifing that bitch
The same bitch that we fucking
You kiss her in the mouth, the same mouth that we bust in
You woffing at me boy, you must of been buffing
I let off the drum, it sound just like perccusions
Silencer on the guns, sound like somebody hush'in
You dead N you broke, you was livin' for nothing
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
These bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a mil, cuz I get to the money
These bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a mil, cuz I get to the money
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
I'm chasing a milticket, these bitches ain't nothin', my pockets I'm stuff'in
Where the milticket
I gotta get fed
I'm a young nigga getting bread
I could have been broke, I got money instead
The street like a game, gotta watch how you play
Shootin' on ya face, aiming for heads
Catch yo ass lacking, it's a code red
Don't let em put a hole, I bust in my bread
Bullets just like a rumor, how quickly they spread
These niggas so broke, can't even fix
I grew up selling dope, and hitting licks
I ashed my blunt N lit it, it smelt like cat piss
You must be constipated, boy you not on shit
I got cars in my home, tv's in my whip
I got cheese like pizza, my wrist are (?)
I will wet yo ass up, now you sleeping with fish
Call me ebro the rapper, my flow is too sick

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