Milo's Revenge Lyrics

Way too trill way too real

Keep the uh uh

Swinging doe's

Hittin hoes

Droppin lo's

Lord knows

Fake niggas get exposed

That's jus how this shit goes

Sellin dope movin blow

All a nigga ever known

Gotta keep the grass low

Catch a snake they gettin mowed

Dirty cup pour up a Fo'

She off Molly and it shows

Keep these bitches on they toes

Don't play me jus play ya role

Keep it P stick to the code

Only thing I switch is clothes

Money over everything except the muhafuckin bros

I'm jus what in the cut

Blicky tucked

Usually ain't gotta trip

Niggas know how I give it up

And these hoes know what it is wit me

But still be tryna fuck

Ain't no badge on me or pigs wit me

So I ain't bout to cuff

Fuck is up

What's u reppin throw it up

Doin good but could do better

I'm the type where good enough ain't good enough

I never settle

Man these hoes for the streets

I don't treat her like she special

Only way a bitch on top of me

Is fuckin me it's levels

And that's only if I let u

Trendin topic these days

Back then I couldn't pop her

Now I'm poppin these days

Friends even be ya opps you gotta watch em these days

backdoor padlocked these niggas plotting these days

Swinging doe's

Hittin hoes

Droppin lo's

Lord knows

Fake niggas get exposed

That's jus how this shit goes

Sellin dope movin blow

All a nigga ever known

Gotta keep the grass low

Catch a snake they gettin mowed

Yea catch a snake they getting

Fake niggas get exposed that's just how this shit

Sellin dope movin blow

All a nigga ever known

Gotta keep the grass low

Catch a snake they getting

Man this shit too raw

Millsy gon put some cut on that

I jus fucked her friend

she found out and now she stuck on dat

You too bad to beat this pussy up

Cant be too rough on that

This watch cost a lot

You shake my hand be careful touchin that

Watch how you touching this shit

And tell the DJ better run it back

Catching plays I been in the field

Like I'm a running back

All these sticks and bands round me

They like where the Mummers at

He a mouse then kill em

Before he turn into a fuckin rat

Changing like the seasons for no reason

I cant fuck wit that

If you owe me keep it

You must need it I don't want it back

Cut off every one who ain't believe me

Now they running back

This ain't instagram

Or Boomerang

It ain't no coming back

She texting me

I'm turnin on my read receipts

I know she know I seen the text

But best believe it ain't no message coming back

And I don't regret cuttin the dead weight

Only thing for me to do is get this muhfuckin bread straight

Swinging doe's

Hittin hoes

Droppin lo's

Lord knows

Fake niggas get exposed

That's jus how this shit goes

Sellin dope movin blow

All a nigga ever known

Gotta keep the grass low

Catch a snake they gettin mowed