[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
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