[Chorus: Chris Webby]
I don't fuck around, better ask about me
Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me
If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way
You gon' have a fuckin' bad day
That's a promise, homie
I don't fuck around, better ask about me
Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me
If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way
You gon' have a fuckin' bad day
That's a promise, homie
[Verse 1: Millyz]
From the bottom of nothin' (Bottom of nothin')
I got it from hustlin' (I got it from trappin')
Now I got these bands on me (I got these bands)
A lot of percussion (A lot of percussion)
Stick got the drum on it (Yeah, drum)
Beat, I go dumb on it (Woah, dumb)
Wrist, blew a dub on it, she wanna rub on it
Yeah, wait, they not gon' touch me (No), you can trust me
They be so hateful, I'm livin' lovеly
I'm servin' custies, haters disgust mе
I know they pussy, they bleed on 'em monthly
I'm where the funds be, thumbin' through blue bands
Swervin' the blue Benz, I don't do new friends
Hop in the coupe and I do like two-ten
I do like two-ten (Yeah)
I pop up with Webby, Glock with a dezzy
Aim at your brain, it turn to confetti
I feel like Tony, eatin' spaghetti (Tony)
Shooters like Pauly, all of 'em deadly
Truck got a Hemi, ballin', no hesi'
All of this ice, she callin' me Gretzky
She wanna sext me, wet like a jet-ski (Jet-ski)
She wet like a jet-ski (Ayy)
Blanco Bronco (Yeah), I just cashed a big check
Fuck my P.O., I ain't takin' no more piss tests (I ain't doin' that no more)
Yeah, I just did like ten shows out in the Midwest (Chicago, Detroit, Ohio)
I know it hurt to see me blow, I know they big stezz (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm runnin' to town
Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down
Countin' this money a wonderful sound
They hate that I'm up, no wonder they down
Yeah, fuck it, I'm runnin' to town
Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down
The blick got a beam, I'm gunnin' 'em down
Grr, boom, woah, ayy
I don't fuck around, better ask about me
Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me
If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way
You gon' have a fuckin' bad day
That's a promise, homie
I don't fuck around, better ask about me
Never dumb it down, no one runnin' laps around me
If you wanna shoot your shot and get up in my way
You gon' have a fuckin' bad day
That's a promise, homie
[Verse 1: Millyz]
From the bottom of nothin' (Bottom of nothin')
I got it from hustlin' (I got it from trappin')
Now I got these bands on me (I got these bands)
A lot of percussion (A lot of percussion)
Stick got the drum on it (Yeah, drum)
Beat, I go dumb on it (Woah, dumb)
Wrist, blew a dub on it, she wanna rub on it
Yeah, wait, they not gon' touch me (No), you can trust me
They be so hateful, I'm livin' lovеly
I'm servin' custies, haters disgust mе
I know they pussy, they bleed on 'em monthly
I'm where the funds be, thumbin' through blue bands
Swervin' the blue Benz, I don't do new friends
Hop in the coupe and I do like two-ten
I do like two-ten (Yeah)
I pop up with Webby, Glock with a dezzy
Aim at your brain, it turn to confetti
I feel like Tony, eatin' spaghetti (Tony)
Shooters like Pauly, all of 'em deadly
Truck got a Hemi, ballin', no hesi'
All of this ice, she callin' me Gretzky
She wanna sext me, wet like a jet-ski (Jet-ski)
She wet like a jet-ski (Ayy)
Blanco Bronco (Yeah), I just cashed a big check
Fuck my P.O., I ain't takin' no more piss tests (I ain't doin' that no more)
Yeah, I just did like ten shows out in the Midwest (Chicago, Detroit, Ohio)
I know it hurt to see me blow, I know they big stezz (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm runnin' to town
Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down
Countin' this money a wonderful sound
They hate that I'm up, no wonder they down
Yeah, fuck it, I'm runnin' to town
Chasin' my goals, runnin' 'em down
The blick got a beam, I'm gunnin' 'em down
Grr, boom, woah, ayy
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