Yung Milk - EZ!

Yeah, I'm finna go hard, go hard
Cruising like a slow car
Go par cause you'll always find me in a club
I ain't sober
Hit it from the back she like "no more"
Joker, smile on my face not enough
Tucked in like a 40 shorty doming I ain't knowing
Where I'm flowing and I'm going but I am
Bitch just keep blowing never slowing
She be hoeing keep it frozen
Cause the ice up on my wrist is hella grands
Yeah, I just act so dumb
Bitch have my fun
I just snap on a beat you
React like drums
Du du du du dum
Someone, one, one
Wanna snatch my bread get
Cru cru crumbs
Fee fo fi fum
Want a giant I'm one
See you can't run from me
Rest in peace
I'm boutta sneeze
I'm sick as fuck
The kid is a beast
Need melatonin cause I'm boutta sleep
Sipping some potions and high off the weed
I'm never buying a pack in the G's
I only buy O's cause I buy for the week
I ain't ever letting the pedal I got the gas
Put it to the metal don't settle you never last
Sipping all this Redbull I put it up in my flask
Hot just like a kettle I'm steaming and blowing past
Like woah
You can't catch me no
Woah, gotta catch my breath
Hold up wait a minute better watch your step
Caution tape all around my neck
Murder this beat tell me what's next
This shit you can't stop
I could do this right off that top
And I got your bitch she giving that slop
This shit is easy huh
I got no talent but somehow I manage
To get you all screaming huh
And I'm never leaving
You best be believing huh
That I'll see the charts
Man this be the start
And I ain't repeating huh
Okay like get back bro
I wet that hoe
I cross you out like I'm tic tac toe
In my sights bitch, I'm GI Joe
I been the one like I am Neo like
Yeah, I'm having fun
This is my jogging
I'll show you a run
Show you a run like
Blow your speakers
Hit em with a reverb
Bleachers Nah man I been up on the field
Think I'm fast finna hit you with the wheels
All full speed and you gonna hear em squeal
Looking at me thinking that I'm finished
I ain't tripping but I'm
Pippin while I'm ripping cause I'm always on point
Yeah, I got paper lit like joints
Oh you a hater, get destroyed
Fuck if you neigh say
Ripping like a Beyblade
Tay K ad libs hit em w a ay ay
AK spray spray
Do it everyday day
Think this lit well you better just wait wait
This shit is easy huh
I got no talent but somehow I manage
To get you all screaming huh
And I'm never leaving
You best be believing huh
That I'll see the charts
Man this be the start
And I ain't repeating huh

Written by:
Connor Stewart

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