Get Off Milt lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
What up, Face?
Uh

[Verse 1]
They say you don't need a plug when you got twelve white n*ggas
Tryna middleman an armed robbery and a doctor visit
b*tch hardheaded, she don't listen, she ain't gettin' sh*t for Christmas
If you really love a n*gga, help me pass out these lil' pictures
I hit this new sh*t with somethin' light and they couldn't even tell the difference
Plus I don't like her around 'cause sh*t just keep comin' up missin'
Heard you caught a body, but you not the one who really did it
And ain't nobody tell me sh*t, boy, I can tell that you ain't with it

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I got White House on my fitted, I got codeine in my system
I stuff racks off in my Purple jeans, I rock exclusive denim
If you see me with that pretty b*tch, it's probably true I hit her
sh*t, it's guaranteed the plug gon' call, I run right through them b*tches

[Verse 3]
Damn, Nut, get out the kitchen
You can't show 'em how you whip it
Swipe my card and I press credit
Ray gon' hit it, he gon' stretch it
She keep starin' at my necklace
Don't you know these b*tches desperate?
Spending habit, Dolce fetish
We just livin' young and reckless
Pints imported straight from Texas
Louis shopping before breakfast
[Verse 4]
I'ma be in Pittsburgh by 5 AM
I ain't gon' stop 'til I touch them M's
Seen my own man tell 'em what we did
I'm a felon, take a risk when I leave the crib
Off-White for one night, never wear it again
I'ma wear this Nike joggy for a month straight
I'ma cut that b*tch off if she in the way
In Omaha like I'm Tommy with the Florida plates
If his pieces don't hit, I cannot relate
I seen "Welcome to Michigan," I celebrated
You need your ass beat for raisin' that snitch
I f*cked up when I put my all in a b*tch
Give me all the bands, n*gga, f*ck a drip
My 'fit gon' be a rack 'cause I gotta drip
30 hangin' out my Hutchs while I'm ridin' up
I just want her to jaw, but she tryna f*ck