Millyz - Off White Sweater Lyrics

Brake the dope down on a pool table
My old head off the Jonny walker blue label
Every thing is facts i don't do fables
Youngin aim it at ya hat he tryna topay you
Put the fire on ya
Soufflé you
They gon Point them sticks at you try to 2k you
Crush a yellow perk got my mood stable
Ride with it cuz the rap game is too fatal
They'll never take me alive
All my losses had to take it in stride
An Put my pain to the side
Toast veuve champagne in the sky
For my gang campaign till I die
My Side joint look like Jasmine in Aladdin
On McGrath blueberry paint Benz wagon
PUA came and went I kept stacking
Built my leverage in the rap game this year I'm finna cash in
Thrill seeker I'm addicted to action
Money off the books blew a grip on fashion
Gucci robe and slippers is Matching
Almost drowned in the pussy think this bitch an assassin
She know I'm notorious Money got her hypnotized
Make it out of Massachuse shit I used to visualize
Diamonds in the sped piece mob is what it symbolize
Everybody thought he was a thug until He testified

One hoes cool but two hoes is better
Make 100 bands in this off-white sweater
Do the Money dance in this off-white sweater
Diamonds got it looking like it's frostbite weather

Youngin riding with a stick stick stick
He gon pointed out the window he gone hit hit hit
She gone pull up she gone lick lick lick
I got I got

Yeah Go against the family it's a genocide
Kicked the cup in 17 now I'm energized
Same neighborhood we went to warred for is gentrified
And we risked are lives
She got critical
But now I'm in the city eight series bitch I'm visible
See it but you can't touch kreezy trying to cripple you
Pistol like a trampoline get to flippin you
I be with the same ones never with a different crew
You be with them lame ones what you trying to get into
I put it on that bitch tongue an she was out there kissing you
I understand you want some company you miserable
It's way too many bags in this world you should get a few
They love me for my showman ship
Same gunz as ya favorite rappers we don't show them shits
An My neck look like it sold a brick
Wockheart dirty soda sip

One hoes cool but two hoes is better
Make 100 bands in this off-white sweater
Do the Money dance in this off-white sweater
Diamonds got it looking like it's frostbite weather

Youngin riding with a stick stick stick
He gon pointed out the window he gone hit hit hit
She gone pull up she gone lick lick lick
I got I got