Tyo$hii - Make A Mil'

Give 'em a little dose of REALity real quick
(Yo$hii Sensei)
Yeah Yeah (Let's Get It)
Did you miss me?
I know you did

Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' Get your fuckin' stacks up
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up! (Wanna make a Mil')
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up! (Wanna make a Mil')

Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil' (Get this money)
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil' (Tyo$hii!)

Don't know what you Niggas on but Imma keep it real
I come from Bro$10 from Baltimore Cherry Hill
Grew up around niggas sellin' coke & sellin' pills
My broskii copped a .44 he's going for the kill
Don't ask me how I feel, cus I really don't know
Most niggas die from livin' fast I live in slow mo
All these niggas drop dead trynna fuck with Yo$hii Yo
Rather get the gwop instead, got me countin' all the dough
Call me Yo$hii Sensei, I'm somebody you should know
All these niggas filled with hate, let the bodies hit the floor
Catch a body in this bitch
Give your body bullet holes
Hope nobody's gonna snitch
ask about it I don't know (I don't know)

Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up we're gonna Make a Mil'

Now get you fuckin' stacks up
Write & step your raps up
Smokin' on a fat blunt
He's dying call for back up (call for back up)
Bitches call me handsome
Shorty suckin' on me
Make me cousin blam somethin'
If you run up on me!
Niggas be some dumb fucks
Throw away your whole team
Hit you like some nunchucks (Bitch!)
Rock Lee or Bruce Lee
Thotties lovin' us she wanna top me & do me
Opps be lurkin what?!
They wanna spot me & shoot me
All I do is do me... (Yeah!)
I walk alone I'm walkin' back
Cuz I was born standin' up! & talkin' back
These lil rappers I'll wash em' up!
Like a laundry mat!
Go head mister call her up! Where's ya daughter at!??? (Thotty!)

Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil' (Fuckin' Mil')
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil' (Countin all the way up)
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil' (Another Mil')
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil' (Let's get it)

Need my family & my fans I don't need no fucking friends
Don't open your hands again, cus you is not my mans (You is not my mines)
Lookin' stiff like mannequin
Im shady like Eminem (Slim Shady)
These niggas ain't masculine
Their actin' feminine (Pussies)
I got killers for friends & their the type to spin the bend
& spin again & spin again because the cycle will never end
& we'll ever make amends
There ain't nothing to be said
You got some money on your head
We can take your life when it comes to bread (Finish 'em)

Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, we're gonna make a Mil'
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up!
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up!
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up!
Get your fuckin' stacks up, get your fuckin' stacks up!

Yo$hii Sensei for you niggas...
Tyo$hii (Yeah)

Written by:
Tyrel Givens

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