Millyrokk

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

No ceilings

No ceilings

No ceilings

My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (Bop!)

Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap

Sippin' Barney, smokin' Baby Bop

She's performing on the table top

Steph Curry, boy, I'll take the shot (Bop-bop)

Then I'll pull off and wave goodbye

I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die

My niggas wild like Omega Psi

My bitches screamin' "Ooh-la-la"

I tell my demons "Kumbaya"

Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka"

Make a nigga say "Uhh na-na-na-na-na"

I got money on my mental

Got them niggas in my rear view

I'm a dog, I'm a dog

Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's

Drop dollars on your temple

Pop collars like a pistol

Drive back and forth for codeine

Put some mileage on the rental

Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel

Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno

I'm straight N.O., the U-N-O

Fast life, so uptempo

Ooh-wee, Presidential

In the Backwood, eating Mentos

Smoke that loud like crescendos

Rep the Mob like De Niro

Fucking like a nympho

Save her info like a hero

Write your name on a bullet

She wrote my name on her dildo

Smoking on that kill though

Got me happier than Gilmo'

I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode

I just fucked your fucking ear hole

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

No ceilings, woah

No ceilings

Yeah, two

Yeah, two

Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou

[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]

Give a fuck about you haters

More concerned with stacking paper

Smoking bog and sipping Lakers

Watch your girl 'cause I can take her

Drop the top, no ceilings

As I'm plottin' on millions

With my niggas in this bitch

They like "Fuck it Lucci, get 'em"

I'm from that East side of New Orleans

Polo T's and Jordans

Where niggas dream to push foreigns

And all the hoes want ballers

I got the cheapest price on pearly white

If you need it, nigga, just call us

Long as you talking them dollars

I got it, nigga, just holler

Still no job – bitch, I ain't hurtin'

Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin'"

She dropped a Xanny in his drink, the Rolly in her purse

Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work

I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt

She popped a bean and poppin' ass, can't keep it in her skirt

I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings

It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings

[Verse 3: Turk]

No ceilings, bih, like an astronaut

Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop

Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac

My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks

I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime

Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time

Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind

Fuck you and your favors, know you seen my grind

I kicked the habit, never thought I could

That shit had me since fourteen

I was shooting up, nigga, on tour, fucking up my dreams

Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes

Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows

Now I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat

Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me

"Hope you bitches die in your sleep"

Free my brother BG

I'ma scream the shit til he hit the streets

Til my brother Ralo RIP, I got that nigga

That's YNT

[Outro: Turk]

No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga

No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'

Yeah, Young Turk, nigga

I'm Mister YNT, nigga