Moon Roof

[Chorus: Millyz] Yeah Pop the stizzy, turn the foreign up This cuban chain feel like Antarctica Cosa Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us Big blue hunnids in my pockets, in God we trust Blowin' the smoke up out the moon roof Hundred thousand for the stones bustin' all of my pieces I'm blowin' smoke up out the moon roof I told 'em catch the opposition, leave 'em resting in pieces [Verse 1: Millyz] Half a ticket on designer splash Glock 43 inside the stash Pop the stizzy, hop out with it and sign an autograph Times change I used to re and break apart a half I never knеw I'd need accountants to do all this math Blanco Pop got me higher than my bills on the monthly Ain't tryna' to buy thе drink unless you crack the seal right in front me Independent ballin', sellin out these shows out the country Suckers talkin down cuz they washed, 40 fold them like laundry Feel like I'm microdosin' Scriptures in my raps, this my bible open Wish I'd fall off what my rivals hopin' It hurts to see me on the upswing, I'm hustling Six figure deal conducting The plush Benz, omerta be the code it's a trust thing I fell out with some relatives that don't relate to loyalty Liquor in my body kill the pain, but it might poison me I broke bread when they was starving, they got help and then avoided me Now that it's sewed up like embroidery, they plottin' on destroyin' me It's nasty [Chorus: Millyz] Yeah Pop the stizzy, turn the foreign up This cuban chain feel like Antarctica Cosa Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us Big blue hunnids in my pockets, in God we trust Blowin' the smoke up out the moon roof Hundred thousand for the stones bustin' all of my pieces I'm blowin' smoke up out the moon roof I told 'em catch the opposition, leave 'em resting in pieces [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'm in the kitchen tryna whip me up a gourmet pie Fentanyl, the more they die, the more they buy Soon as they lower the casket, the more they cry That's the more they hurt, when they pour that dirt Did you love him or what 'Cause when they cover him up Ain't no bringing him back That's the meaning of that Y'all was fuckin' them bitches and y'all was slingin' them packs Y'all was loading them clips, and y'all was cleaning them gats We was doing it big, they was doing it small They was wearing the same shit, we would ruin the mall They would catch a couple events, we was doing it all We was conquering land, we was moving the soil Everything solid, big bags monthly Gripped up crazy, even out the country 100% goon-proof Now I'm in the back of the Bach Blowin' smoke up out the moonroof [Chorus: Millyz] Yeah Pop the stizzy, turn the foreign up This cuban chain feels like Antarctica Cosa Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us Big blue hunnids in my pockets, in God we trust Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof Hundred thousand for the stones bustin' all of my pieces I'm blowin' smoke up out the moonroof I told 'em catch the opposition, leave 'em resting in pieces