Landfill lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m in the Orlando Magic I’m blue like my bills
Not like the buffalo bills
10k grills, in a few years I’ma live in the hills
Only with the reals
Feeling all this pain so I take an Advil
Throwing all your music in the f*cking landfill
Make a pus*y n*gga run like a treadmill
My name ain’t meek but one day I’ll get a mill

[Refrain]
You ain’t my friend you ain’t my homie
Turn you into cheese like some macaroni
n*gga weak as f*ck, n*gga straight bony
Talking hella tough but you really phony
n*gga sad as f*ck cause he hella lonely
He’s a girly n*gga wanna ride a pony
Talking hella sh*t but it’s all bologna
I’ll block yo ass just like Goalie

[Verse 1]
I chill in the back while they all having hangovers
This is not 2k but I got my takeover
2019 all my music will takeover
Make a pus*y run now it’s a turnover
I’m cold like a freezer
Without a heater
I am a loyal man I’m not a cheater
Water on my wrist hundred milliliters
They are all followers I am the real leader
[Verse 2]
Counting money with my bros
It’s always bros before hoes
Although, I do like some toes
Changing my mind like I’m changing flows
Not Drake through the 6 with my woes
I am not an average joe
f*ck you n*ggas f*ck you hoes
All your music I dispose
I be dripping with my clothes
n*gga dead, decompose

[Chorus]
I’m in the Orlando Magic I’m blue like my bills
Not like the buffalo bills
10k grills, in a few years I’ma live in the hills
Only with the reals
Feeling all this pain so I take an Advil
Throwing all your music in the f*cking landfill
Make a pus*y n*gga run like a treadmill
My name ain’t meek but one day I’ll get a mill

[Refrain]
You ain’t my friend you ain’t my homie
Turn you into cheese like some macaroni
n*gga weak as f*ck, n*gga straight bony
Talking hella tough but you really phony
n*gga sad as f*ck cause he hella lonely
He’s a girly n*gga wanna ride a pony
Talking hella sh*t but it’s all bologna
I’ll block yo ass just like Goalie
[Verse 3]
Got Techs like Virginia but I am not shooting sh*t
f*ck all that gangster sh*t, b*tch I am through with it
Pull up, pull up, not like the exercise
I’m not a partier, don’t need to breathalyze
Ride on my di*k this sh*t just like a bicycle
f*ck on that b*tch now I call her recyclable
30’s On 30’s got stacks on stacks
I’m just out here rapping tryna them racks

[Chorus]
I’m in the Orlando Magic I’m blue like my bills
Not like the buffalo bills
10k grills, in a few years I’ma live in the hills
Only with the reals
Feeling all this pain so I take an Advil
Throwing all your music in the f*cking landfill
Make a pus*y n*gga run like a treadmill
My name ain’t meek but one day I’ll get a mill

[Outro]
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