Millipedes (feat. iBhaca Beats)

Bitch I'm so clean, these niggas lonely These niggas fonies, they sippin on lean All that I need is to make em sorry Fact is I'm king, that's what this crown means Hold up Had to kill em all like a soldier Had em all green. Baby Yoda Never met anyone colder. I'm colder Like cue the trumpets We fucking marching We caught em lacking, They had to start shit Your wish is granted. I pull up shining Like I'm the finest. Like I'm the finest It was the blood, gangs and crips That had them sipping On that purple lean. The ol' grey victims had to amputate extremities Wouldn't love em so much if my clique wasn't family Had them gone like Miller all my pale faced enemies Keep it to the side with my niggas, I slide On these niggas when they try to seem like something in my sight Ol' grey victim had to kill him Blood gang cripping we ain't kidding Bitch I'm so clean, these niggas lonely These niggas fonies, they sippin on lean All that I need is to make em sorry Fact is I'm king, that's what this crown means Hold up Had to kill em all like a soldier Had em all green. Baby Yoda Never met anyone colder. I'm colder Enemies scaley, pastey, like millipedes In this shit I pull up and they remember me Prolificly flowing like rowing in Italy Walking calamity bring damage to the enemies Offending me Acting like they don't know me The industry I'm the one that is lurking The enemies. They curled up like they millipedes My foot on em like AOT. We rumbling. They crumbling You keep on testing me Like you are my enemy Niggas relentlessly Thinking that they harming me I cut carefully, like I'm a guillotine A nameless diety. Call me the ecstasy ecstasy Bitch I'm so clean, these niggas lonely These niggas fonies, they sippin on lean All that I need is to make em sorry Fact is I'm king, that's what this crown means Hold up Had to kill em all like a soldier Had em all green. Baby Yoda Never met anyone colder. I'm colder