Milk & Cookies lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Come on (Come on)
sh*t (sh*t), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 1]
Ever sold drugs out your granny house?
Ever had a shoot out front of yo' mammy crib? (Grrah)
Know where they live because they watch the way you move
I love to play with pistols 'cause I love the way they sound
Must be off crystal if you think I'm finna lose
This b*tch just kicked my cup, look like it's p*ss all on my shoes
Got this b*tch all on my di*k, she said she love it over here (She love it over hеre)
Slap the snot out one of you n*ggas that keep lookin' at my pockеt (Fah)
Feeling like the man when I walk through, bands what I talk, boy
Now I'm pulling up in foreign whips and all diff' type sh*t (Skrrt)
b*tches use to laugh at me, now who got the last laugh? (Haha)
Yeah, now who got the last laugh?

[Pre-Chorus]
I stayed solid (Solid), street creed solid (Solid)
My b*tch solid, Cuban link on my neck solid
My wrist solid (Solid), my gang solid (Solid)
My **** solid
Forgiatos on my whip solid
[Chorus]
I step in this b*tch, I'm big flexin' (Flex)
Big Bentley's, big houses, big pendants, this sh*t bussin'
This that type of sh*t that strippers play (That strippers play)
This that type of sh*t they on
This that sh*t that n*ggas really won't (They won't)
This that type of sh*t the hood love (That the hood love)
This that type of sh*t that make a bad b*tch think you really on (Haha)
In the trap eatin' milk and cookies (Phew)
I'm counting money, I'll give you a one-hundred thousand if you send a fifty

[Verse 2]
I'm talking all this dog sh*t, you hear me on yo' speakers
Got b*tches all on my dizzy, I'm too player, I can't keep 'em
And I like pretty b*tches, all my hoes look exotic
And she gotta pretty pus*y, but she know I'm pushin' P (I'm pushin', pushin')
Yeah, this that P talk, that P talk, my pockets Crip walk (Yeah)
And every time I hit the club, I got n*ggas p*ssed off
Like, who that standing on that couch wit' all them f*ckin' chains, n*gga? (Ayy, ayy)
Who that throwing all that money wit' all them f*cking gang members?

[Pre-Chorus]
I stayed solid (Solid), street creed solid (Solid)
My b*tch solid, Cuban link on my neck solid (Ayy, big Cuban link)
My wrist solid (Solid), my gang solid (Solid, phew, phew, phew)
My **** solid (Phew, phew)
Forgiatos on my whip solid
[Chorus]
I step in this b*tch, I'm big flexin' (Flex)
Big Bentley's, big houses, big pendants, this sh*t bussin' (Phew, phew)
This that type of sh*t that strippers play (Damn)
This that type of sh*t they on
This that sh*t that n*ggas really won't (They won't)
This that type of sh*t the hood love (That the hood love)
This that type of sh*t that make a bad b*tch think you really on (Haha)
In the trap eatin' milk and cookies (In the trap)
I'm counting money, I'll give you a one-hundred thousand if you send a fifty (If you send a fifty)

[Outro]
This the type of sh*t the streets need (Yeah, turn me up, phew, phew)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Phew, phew)
This the type of sh*t the streets need (Yeah, turn me up)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Come on)
This the type of sh*t the streets need (Turn me up, phew, phew)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Phew, phew)
This the type of sh*t the streets need (Turn me up)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
(Nayta sh*t, go)