Miles White

(Shout out Miles man) (Will stop playing with these niggas) Uhh uhh(audible gun noises) I'm on the court and I'm ballin like I'm Miles White That bitch wanna f*ck,told that bitch we'll have a wild night(yeah yeah) Touching on the chains, she like oh that's what they sound like Hop up in the Range, I'm like oh you finna drown like ahh What you doing with that choppa you can't shoot it(pussy boy) Run into his crib,Mask off, we gone loot it I done doubled up my cup I poured a house up in this bitch I been chasing all the cheddar like a mouse up in this bitch You be smoking by the gram we smoking ounces in this bitch I just went hit up my jeweler spent a town up on this wrist like ahh Big body TrackHawk, go and grab the black chalk, He keep talking tuff but we don't tolerate no back talk Where the f*ck yo racks at You ain't got no stacks wit it 50 in my backpack And I gotta strap wit it You ain't talking bout no pape, get the f*ck up out my face nigga, We not finna do the race, hold on that's a cold case nigga When I'm sparking up I'm finna go to smoke the whole eighth nigga I be feeling like I'm Miles when I'm balling in yo state nigga