Cartoned Milk lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, n*gga, I'm tryna see which one you workin', b*tch
I'm tryna see which one you workin', b*tch
Uh, n*gga, I'm tryna see which one you, huh

[Chorus]
Huh, n*gga, I'm tryna see which one you workin', b*tch
Tell my lil' bro, "Swing that .9", and I ain't goin' for sh*t
That first time bustin' that .45, I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw the line, we turn 'em to a fit
I told lil' bro, "Slide the cup and the .9", I'm finna take a risk
The hollow tips hit a n*gga in his spine, now he a rollin' crip
Handicap, shoot a n*gga in his spine since he wanna be Rolling Crip
My young n*gga, get a n*gga ass knocked off, just 'cause he told a tale
Huh, "What's that on yo' .9?" n*gga, it's called a grip
Slide on a n*gga block, headshot gang, n*gga, I don't shoot at cribs
12 ask me questions, I don't say nun', or I'm gon tell a fib
These n*ggas totin', wanna be P so go on, shoot at rib
If he talk, we slide on a n*gga block, just go then tell him R.I.P
Slatt, sh*t, still on my mind, I gotta catch a grip
Slatt put a n*gga out, "Fah-fah", do that boy like Nip'
Do that boy like Nip'
Yeah, fives, we got them fives, n*gga, extended clip
Uh, f*ck n*gga won't even try, end up dyin', had to shoot my trip
Young n*gga gon' quickdraw with the fire, I get it off my hip
Young n*gga slidin' in nighttime, they pour out cartoned milk
[Verse]
I'll wait just for the right time to get this n*gga dealt
I was drinkin' water from the pipeline, now the pipe get 'em killed
They slide, but we spin again, Lil Durk, I think he almost healed
Lil' RRoxket was a hot boy, but they had told me, "Chill"
This lil' ho, she got hot talk, don't wanna f*ck, like, ew
I walk around with a hot Glock, but it's on me concealed
Yeah, that’s my tool, but a hot Glock, so I'm not Bob the Builder
I'm still with toolie, with my twin, and we just, chill
Uh, I'm still with twin and they knew that we not rockin', still
Uh, girl, what you want? Turn shooter off a pill
Who wanna use it? Nah, just playin', I let you then, oh well
Lil' RRoxket shoot like John Wick, I shoot like Navy Seal

[Chorus]
I'm tryna see which one you workin', b*tch
n*gga, I'm tryna see which one you, huh
Uh, n*gga, I'm tryna see which one you workin', b*tch
Tell my lil' bro, "Swing that .9", and I ain't goin' for sh*t
That first time bustin' that .45, I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw the line, we turn 'em to a fit
I told lil' bro, "Slide the cup and the .9", I'm finna take a risk
The hollow tips hit a n*gga in his spine, now he a rollin' crip
Handicap, shoot a n*gga in his spine since he wanna be Rolling Crip
My young n*gga, get a n*gga ass knocked off, just 'cause he told a tale
Huh, "What's that on yo' .9?" n*gga, it's called a grip
Slide on a n*gga block, headshot gang, n*gga, I don't shoot at cribs
12 ask me questions, I don't say nun', or I'm gon tell a fib
These n*ggas totin', wanna be P so go on, shoot at rib
If he talk, we slide on a n*gga block, just go then tell him R.I.P
Slatt, sh*t, still on my mind, I gotta catch a grip
Slatt put a n*gga out, "Fah-fah", do that boy like Nip'
Do that boy like Nip'
Yeah, fives, we got them fives, n*gga, extended clip
Uh, f*ck n*gga won't even try, end up dyin', had to shoot my trip
Young n*gga gon' quickdraw with the fire, I get it off my hip
Young n*gga slidin' in nighttime, they pour out cartoned milk