ODC ft. Milli K Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen

It ain't over

Grab that second blunt

Put that shit up to yo fuckin' face

Take yo lil bic

Raise that shit up to

Fuck off google I'm not talking to you

God damn

Uhh just fucking smoke a blunt

Milli Fucking K and the K is for kombat

Always all on the ball like motherfucking jock strap

Stop that, You niggas can't rock that

Tryna steal my drip cause I be clean just like a Voss tap

Imitate the kid because they see a nigga flaunt that

Want that, all you niggas really want that

I ain't with the rap chat, you all be talking cap cap

Finna whip that Maybach op thot slayed that

Nigga that ain't payback

Skirting through ya block and imma give a nigga face tats

Yo! They done tripped cause I'm the nicest bag n tag her like I'm ISIS man my neck is Where my ice is

Listen, Why these niggas always bitching Milli features never missing

Got your main and side bitch kissing that's before they get to licking

Better stop with all that sniffing cause the white done got you got sniffling

But you still can't smell the vision

Richard Millie Don't be silly

Keep a glock tucked cause I hold the nine milly

Ice is in my name why you think they call me Milly

Shotgun strapped cause I ride for the killy

Here's a pro tip w-watch for the kick back

Robbed yo ass blind and you ain't ever get your lick back

Me and big Bolt now you watching how the clique snapped

Fuck a double cup fuck purp only sip yak

Only sip yak now we flip packs running through ya the bitch then you going home and iss That

Glock with a dick running through your block and piss that

Reminiscing old days I won't ever miss that

Well here we go again

Another day of running to the end just for me to make my ends meet

I'm only thinking 'bout success, and how I'm gonna get the fam lit for centuries

And if they pull up, best believe that they gone pull up in a bentley

Rock no fuckin' bag 'less that bag is givenchy

I know someone up there saw me and they sent me

Said life ain't like a game, cause you only got one entry

Only got one life so I'll make the most of it

Trip to Rolls-Royce yea you know we going ghost hunting yea

Hop on out that stretch, me and Milli go stunting

On these dumb broke broads thinkin' that they know something

On the low

I'm gone get the dough before a ho

Cause there ain't finna be no point where I'm without it, I want more

I want fourteen hundred digits sitting on my floor

I'm gone' drop like one hundred k on one fucking coat

Give my pops a two hundred footer yacht for the fuck of it

I am not what you think, I'm top for a youngan kid

Stop if you think you hot, you ain't ever running shit

Fought my way to this spot, four years in the gutter bitch

Logan fucking Bolt, keep that colt close contact

Milli with that scope, let them boast, make a dime back

Roll me up this smoke, light that dro this that loud pack

When you with that ho, you do the most, promise I'll smash

I got hatred

For a fake bitch

Why you faking

You know that don't make sense

Homie leave me be while I make your mortgage daily

You dumb fork-tongued bitch you ain't finna play me

Cause I'm a be the one to make it, whapping' that mercedes

While you sit back on yo' ass wishing you the one to make it

Got a bad bitch whipping', cooking me some tiramisu

Then the stretch pull up, thugging with the fellas dipped in suits

That's on opera, waving that baton for the crew

And if you ain't coming, fuck it when we make it, that's on you