Racked up in my city I feel like the mayor
Cuz I could tell them boys chill or I could tell um slay ya
Drink plug in the south we met him in Decatur
Balling in Florida I feel like a gator
Pink molly look like salt from the Himalayas
Dior runners all summer I got different flavors
Blancolato so loud it could that it could wake the neighbors
Since corona when we count we Lysol the paper
Do me a favor never do me no favors
Everybody on my team pull felonious capers
Gotta hustle every day it's just part of my nature
I'm Doing better than a lot of rappers signed to a major
Blanco
She said I get that pussy wet she make it leak for me
Quit the clase Azul that shit too sweet for me
Back on 1942 gotta tresh on me
SosaGeek called me said you really got the streets Homie
My mind state is similar to Donald Goines
Writing about my life got me on tour in Des Moines
Or maybe in Missouri
New fans that never heard me
Listening to how I trapped and sold snow by the flurry
Gold chains Jordan fives when my homey got buried
At the wake I couldn't cry but my vision was blurry
The Whole city ODn they addicted to 30s
But I'm addicted to bad bitchis that's slim thick and curvy
Had a gun the size of Ross back when 50 was curly
Cross the line I do him bad have him sit in a gurney
You beefin on the Internet I know you'd sing to a jury
Look, Balenciaga on my body that shit oversized
Off the drink soda pink got me comatized
Top dog in my city bitch I'm bona fide
These bitches choosing off the rip I let a hoe decide
Last text I got from Shottie said you know the vibes
Hot blooded cold world got me froze inside
You Weak bitches in my texts getting no reply
You was fronting back then so how you so surprised
Seeing death around life gettin scary
Me against the world I'm knocking Hail Mary
Killuminati got me feeling like Tupacalyps
I would've been on top the charts but it's politics
Do some gimmick shit and post you'll get a lot of clicks
Drop some real shit an they prolly won't acknowledge it
Record labels tell u take ya pride an swallow it
So I keep 1 foot in the trap to make these dollars flip
Millyz - Himalayas Lyrics
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Racked up in my city I feel like the mayor
Cuz I could tell them boys chill or I could tell um slay ya
Drink plug in the south we met him in Decatur
Balling in Florida I feel like a gator
Pink molly look like salt from the Himalayas
Dior runners all summer I got different flavors
Blancolato so loud it could that it could wake the neighbors
Since corona when we count we Lysol the paper
Do me a favor never do me no favors
Everybody on my team pull felonious capers
Gotta hustle every day it's just part of my nature
I'm Doing better than a lot of rappers signed to a major
Blanco
She said I get that pussy wet she make it leak for me
Quit the clase Azul that shit too sweet for me
Back on 1942 gotta tresh on me
SosaGeek called me said you really got the streets Homie
My mind state is similar to Donald Goines
Writing about my life got me on tour in Des Moines
Or maybe in Missouri
New fans that never heard me
Listening to how I trapped and sold snow by the flurry
Gold chains Jordan fives when my homey got buried
At the wake I couldn't cry but my vision was blurry
The Whole city ODn they addicted to 30s
But I'm addicted to bad bitchis that's slim thick and curvy
Had a gun the size of Ross back when 50 was curly
Cross the line I do him bad have him sit in a gurney
You beefin on the Internet I know you'd sing to a jury
Look, Balenciaga on my body that shit oversized
Off the drink soda pink got me comatized
Top dog in my city bitch I'm bona fide
These bitches choosing off the rip I let a hoe decide
Last text I got from Shottie said you know the vibes
Hot blooded cold world got me froze inside
You Weak bitches in my texts getting no reply
You was fronting back then so how you so surprised
Seeing death around life gettin scary
Me against the world I'm knocking Hail Mary
Killuminati got me feeling like Tupacalyps
I would've been on top the charts but it's politics
Do some gimmick shit and post you'll get a lot of clicks
Drop some real shit an they prolly won't acknowledge it
Record labels tell u take ya pride an swallow it
So I keep 1 foot in the trap to make these dollars flip
Cuz I could tell them boys chill or I could tell um slay ya
Drink plug in the south we met him in Decatur
Balling in Florida I feel like a gator
Pink molly look like salt from the Himalayas
Dior runners all summer I got different flavors
Blancolato so loud it could that it could wake the neighbors
Since corona when we count we Lysol the paper
Do me a favor never do me no favors
Everybody on my team pull felonious capers
Gotta hustle every day it's just part of my nature
I'm Doing better than a lot of rappers signed to a major
Blanco
She said I get that pussy wet she make it leak for me
Quit the clase Azul that shit too sweet for me
Back on 1942 gotta tresh on me
SosaGeek called me said you really got the streets Homie
My mind state is similar to Donald Goines
Writing about my life got me on tour in Des Moines
Or maybe in Missouri
New fans that never heard me
Listening to how I trapped and sold snow by the flurry
Gold chains Jordan fives when my homey got buried
At the wake I couldn't cry but my vision was blurry
The Whole city ODn they addicted to 30s
But I'm addicted to bad bitchis that's slim thick and curvy
Had a gun the size of Ross back when 50 was curly
Cross the line I do him bad have him sit in a gurney
You beefin on the Internet I know you'd sing to a jury
Look, Balenciaga on my body that shit oversized
Off the drink soda pink got me comatized
Top dog in my city bitch I'm bona fide
These bitches choosing off the rip I let a hoe decide
Last text I got from Shottie said you know the vibes
Hot blooded cold world got me froze inside
You Weak bitches in my texts getting no reply
You was fronting back then so how you so surprised
Seeing death around life gettin scary
Me against the world I'm knocking Hail Mary
Killuminati got me feeling like Tupacalyps
I would've been on top the charts but it's politics
Do some gimmick shit and post you'll get a lot of clicks
Drop some real shit an they prolly won't acknowledge it
Record labels tell u take ya pride an swallow it
So I keep 1 foot in the trap to make these dollars flip
Writer: Myles Lockwood
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Copyright: Lyrics © KINGS REPUBLIC ENTERPRISES