Makknificent Millyon - Tip Off

Attention.
Salute.
Or Shoot.
Tell the Captain his troops.
Noc Gang got the juice.
Got em runnin like a kick off.
We get it jumpin in dis bitch jus like a tip off
My side they slide thru?
They ride we ride too

Attention.
Salute.
Or Shoot.
Tell the Captain his troops.
(YBG) we got the juice.
Got em runnin like a kick off.
We get it jumpin in dis bitch jus like a tip off
My side they slide thru?
They ride we ride too

Brown bag and a zip loc,
M dot on the cloc like tic toc,
aye, wrist roc til dis shit loc,
John Rocker on the bloc when I pitch rox,
like base heads 4 it wen his drop
For the love of the money, the mula, dinero, the legal tender, u see its simple, dolla signs or dont even enter
Get ya whole team whacked for the green backs really,
slick wit a hoe betta know that ya boy Makk Milly,
put dis 3rd leg in her slang wood til a bitch got splinters,
runnin to da dick like a track team sprinter
N-O-C la familia be da clique
Eitha wit us or against us suck a barrel eat a clip
Mister M-A, 2ks both wit 30 round mags
let a bitch talk beef he get a toe tag, and corona can fill a few mo bags
Mother made em mother fuck them, I don’t trust em my intention
N-O- C 4 Life If I ain mention can I please have yo….

Attention.
Salute.
Or Shoot.
Tell the Captain his troops.
(YBG) we got the juice.
Got em runnin like a kick off.
We get it jumpin in dis bitch jus like a tip off
My side they slide thru?
They ride we ride too

Attention.
Salute.
Or Shoot.
Tell the Captain his troops.
Noc Gang got the juice.
Got em runnin like a kick off.
We get it jumpin in dis bitch jus like a tip off
My side they slide thru?
They ride we ride too

Written by:
Jamal Gordon

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Lyrics © Makknificent Millyon, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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