M.L. şarkı sözleri
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh (Ohh)
Up and down bouncing nigga yams and snickers (Yeah yeah)
Got the crew rolling deep
Going ham with strippers (We going HAM)
Cap gain with fans on the gram with liquor
Married niggas back at the crib jammed from glitter
Hookah smoke in the air
Yo what a sensation (Uh huh)
Oh it wasn't that I guess somebody got tired of waiting
New single played in the joint
Motivation
The spot is rocking (Rocking)
Monetary precipitation yeah
And I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Got y'all niggas tripping from the crazy shit I spoke
And yo I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Get it spinning in rotation take another toke oh oh
Ya name ain't on the list
You ain't crossing the rope
Looking for the new wave
You just lost in the boat
When I'm up in your girl
Dick will get lost in her throat
These niggas finished
They can see my finger crossing my throat
Lock in your vote
It's Cap Gain by a landslide
Try to smooth it out
But some shit just can't slide
Like a land mine better watch how you step
1 800 Jones I'm who they call to collect yep
And I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Got y'all niggas tripping from the crazy shit I spoke
And yo I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Get it spinning in rotation take another toke oh oh
My shit is so vivid its panoramic
I been the baddest since I have landed on planet Namek
Paranormal they see the damage and over panic
Revenge is best served cold right
Hold my sammach
Beef is so fine with me
I call it all organic
Sheet all over your body before I stab it I cloak and dag it
Since you a boss make sure your workers will close your casket
While I will donkey punch nuns at lunch
Holy acid
And I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Got y'all niggas tripping from the crazy shit I spoke
And yo I'm chilling sipping yack (Yack)
Blowing hookah smoke (Smoke)
Get it spinning in rotation take another toke oh oh
Bottles on deck
Hookah smoke up through the ceiling fan
Strippers at the club again
Angelica Lillian
Poppin on the pickle
You know that shortie real homie
Weed up in my pocket
Yeah it's greener than some dill homie
Real homies ML not them fake hood rep hards
Rep this and rep that
Call these niggas rep tards
Life hard so where the drugs at
Grew up round little Chuckies that was running with the Tommies
These are rugrats
Henny bottles on deck (Uh)
Every flavor hookah we'll be smoking on the best (The best)
Pour a little something for our people laid to rest (RIP)
World up on your shoulders let me take away your stress
Uh
Pour some Henny if they live homie
Blow that smoke up in the sky homie
Pour some Henny if they live homie (Dead and gone)
Blow that smoke up in the sky homie
Living in this era of these fake rappers and Wikipedia (Yeah)
I'm tagging ya crew more than streetcars and social media (Pop pop)
More fire bars (Fire bars)
Yea that hateful 8 (Hateful 8)
Carbon fiber vests wit drip down to the waist
Cash falling to the floor
Bouncers sweeping the space (Yeah)
In the cut shorties tatted from the foot to face
Amazon prime on the pole damn I came quick
All these niggas hating cus they wanna do the same shit
Nah mean
We got that hookah and that Henny right here (Right here)
Bad bitches acting friendly right here (Right here)
We got the models bottles all those
Y'all don't want no
Drama with us any right here
