Get Off Milt Los and Nutty (Ft. Babyface Ray, WTM Milt & WTM Scoob)

[Intro]
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What up, Face?
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[Verse 1]
They say you don't need a plug when you got twelve white niggas
Tryna middleman an armed robbery and a doctor visit
Bitch hardheaded, she don't listen, she ain't gettin' shit for Christmas
If you really love a nigga, help me pass out these lil' pictures
I hit this new shit with somethin' light and they couldn't even tell the difference
Plus I don't like her around 'cause shit just keep comin' up missin'
Heard you caught a body, but you not the one who really did it
And ain't nobody tell me shit, boy, I can tell that you ain't with it

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I got White House on my fitted, I got codeine in my system
I stuff racks off in my Purple jeans, I rock exclusive denim
If you see me with that pretty bitch, it's probably true I hit her
Shit, it's guaranteed the plug gon' call, I run right through them bitches

[Verse 3]
Damn, Nut, get out the kitchen
You can't show 'em how you whip it
Swipe my card and I press credit
Ray gon' hit it, he gon' stretch it
She keep starin' at my necklace
Don't you know these bitches desperate?
Spending habit, Dolce fetish
We just livin' young and reckless
Pints imported straight from Texas
Louis shopping before breakfast