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breakout - millyz lyrics

[verse 1]
the way bullets hit that n*gga its a miracle
we tryna slide for these sh*lls fly and they tearing through
got a new glock how the f*ck could i fear you
slide with two 30s ain’t no question if we airing you
n*ggas kno that glock boy coming n*gga
i spent my last dollar on that glock 17 cause i was tryna dump a n*gga
brodie put two holes in his face like a pumpkin n*gga
i tap on em b*ttons tryna make music like a trumpet n*gga
cut throat keep that sh*t around me i don’t duck smoke
literally rollin up they hittas let that bum smoke
i just f*ck my b*tches best friends keep it hush though
keep one in the hand when i link b*tches i can’t trust hoes
[verse 2]
we don’t go on missions with high points we don’t trust those
ain’t gotta say no names but when we hit em just know they done for
done did it all and seen it all will do this so my sons won’t
they tell us that they’ve seen it all man
i don’t even want smoke
they poppin fresh percs they ain’t k!llers they ain’t ready to
my dog tryna slide he wanna k!ll him for the feddy do
i’m tryna play ball but n*ggas heavy and they never shoot
my lil n*ggas drive down and slam on you like they 7’2
big steppin hit em with several then he make the news
big tellin playin by a different set of rules
i know you love that b*tch but stop saying what you’ll never do
cause she be tryna rip my d*ck off before i set the mood

[verse 3]
tell them blues stay off the local roads from 10 * 2
we sent the subs in all the jails and the lieutenants knew
they told me oh they pulled us over and they mentioned you
we thought they got him for some boxers but they let him through
makin moves is in my dna
your b*tch cheated, you beat her she got a pfa
block do a quart a key a day homie we okay
you let it get dunked on come back and be at bay
i let the burner rap like john gotti
lost soldiers to the drugs the rest caught bodies
armed robberies looking at a murder bib
old scope gav the best drip like virgil did
[verse 4]
30 head and a 40 clip it’s on the hip
my n*ggas sharp as shannon and all i talk is that sporty sh*t
i go an get it i ain’t never been fat
with all them cases thank god i never went fed
we’re working with your homie and what’s left of his head
you ain’t ride you posting pictures with your weapon instead
fanning out a n*ggas comments boy
you a whole stan
tellin rappers happy birthday like a hoe fam
and you ain’t even show that type a love to your own man
that ain’t d*ck riding that’s d*ck suckin
both hands throw grams in the blender they know
i make it shake i play the ace every time i go out crazy ace

[verse 5]
they say it’s great and i took one gram and i made it 8
play it safe when the hood was on fire i played the cape
play with paint since they was track runners
bathin ape
i change the pace i can switch up the cuddle and change the taste
i change your fade it will get messy in city
almost broke my thumb tryna fit the actress in the glizzy
on my mother man i really got connections to the switchy
that will laser on my nino playin tetris with the bl!cky
we really made a k!llin off a lactose
the drug dealin look appealin but we act broke
a trap goat i got bags off a wack dope
crack jokes then duck it like crack smoke
[verse 6]
rap quotes switched my situation did a 180
highway on a robbery doing 180
whoever owe me funds pay me i can make your life tricky
all my ops will never see an m cause they don’t like millis
drug distributor sellin raw on my verses
shoot a clown in his nose before i be part of the circus
they know the work and it would come regardless they servin
cause when you ain’t gettin money these b*tches talk like you worthless
bullets lift you off your feet like you was pole jumpin
kick back on the ford he got the pole jumpin
beat you like you stole something
the got the audacity just got you k!lled like chassidy
life ain’t real enough for you to rap with me
wrapped up in these diamond chains
you came up off a hand outs we don’t grind the same
i shot at targets before i stepped inside the range
this for my mama name i trippled up the load cuz our ambitions high
switches for them sissy guys that switch inside
california blanco in the two seater
i’m pourin muddy in the two liter
politic will burn over blue reefer
two divas addicted to the pipe
them hoes my new geekers
cactch you coming out of sax and smack you out your new sneakers blanco

- millyz lyrics

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