SPILLED MILK lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah man (yeah man, yeah man), yeah man
Oh no (oh no), oh no
Boward County fingalata, you already know

[Verse]
Smack down, on a b*tch
Let me put the mac down
I ain't talking clips
Ah b*tch, I want an all black, Four-fith
One in the hand, I ain't with the talking sh*t
I had em going cray' like G5 on a Friday
Money on mind, first rule, get paid
Wait, thick light skin with the brace
Since you wanna sit on my face, she dangerous
Get good brain, like the b*tch you graudated
Cambridge, insane in the membrane sh*t
Heard he a bird, put him a cage
f*ck boy wanna smoke, but I leave a n*gga faceless
Good gracious, flow breath-taking
And white b*tch, steady bringing home the bacon
Baby, drop them panties, get naked
Baby, drop down low then shake it
Waiting, hate waiting, I'm impatience
Food gave these ass n*ggas, I can't hang with
She been rolling, rolling molly she love tasting
Freddy vs Jason
Hit a n*gga with a blade if he talking frazy
L's you been taking, my n*gga made it
Acting like a little kid, she might need a spanking
Smoke rid though
Independent mirror leave em stankin`
b*tch I need a night
f*ck I look like, tryna kill myself
n*gga I been too humble
Too nice, I'm too right
I been dead wrong if I don't feel myself
n*gga said he want smoke
He just really talking
All ball, won't spare
Won't do that there
Thought I said we won't stop
Walk a n*gga do his dance
Got a message
"How you do that there?"
[Hook]
I been getting guap, no time for a b*tch
25, 50 hunnids, I'mma count my grit
I been getting guap, no time for a b*tch
25, 50 hunnids, I'mma count my grit
I been getting guap, no time for a b*tch
25, 50 hunnids, I'mma count my grit