Mitchy

Money Mitch, spent that on my bitch
Lick, lick, I walk down with stick
Up, fire, it gon' make that lil boy piss
Glick, tricks, I want all that shit

I feel like Money Mitch, what?
Blatt, skrrt, skrrt whoa, whoa, whoa
Money Mitch, spent that on my bitch
Lick, lick, I walk down with stick
Up, fire, it gon' make that lil boy piss
Glick, tricks, I want all that shit slatt
(You can't be a runner young bull
You just can't be, it be just like that)
Damnxaa, that's you? Let's go Faygo

Tell that hoe get on her knees, please
She act like she need me
Double GG that's what I bleed
Then that 45 leave you screamin'
Fuck boy, you not no runner
Slap the shit out of' yo whole team
Boy, I feel like Gunna
Slime that boy out for the whole thing
(Blatt, slime that boy out)

Glockie wit' a green beam (Blatt)
Bitch don't play, or just eat me
I'm gon' make you feel me
Hoe, I need my money crispy

Please bitch, please mexico, Disney
Clip it hold, 50 nigga tryna' lick me
They tryna' delete me
Sneak me, you peaked me watch me, see me
You can't go to sleep on me (Haha, slatt)
That lil bitch', yeah, I LUV
And I feel like Chief Keef
Duh-duh-duh, beep-beep
And I keep that heat he
Right under my heel-seat
They gon' run from A to Z
To get up here it's run or leave
Make him fall, like a damn leaf
And I swear I'm gon'
Roll up, they tryna roll up 3
Run to the cash, wanna feel my green
Don't give a fuck how you feel bout me
And I'm movin' like him when I drink codeine
Hate when they ride, but it's not for me
These lil' niggas off perc 30's
She finna call that nigga "Baby"
Gotta get guap, on me
They can't take control of me
Can't no one put a hole in me
Can't no one take the soul of me
I ain't never finna fold on G

Glockie wit a green beam (Blatt)
Bitch, don't play, or just eat me
I'm gon' make you feel me
Hoe, I need my money crispy

(Slime that boy out, yeah, yeah)
Glockie wit' a green beam (Blatt)
Bitch, don't play, or just eat me
I'm gon' make you feel me
Hoe, I need my money crispy