I.L.Y.2 & Metronome - RICHARDMILLIEFORTHEPLUG

Is it my demeanor that's making you forget
Or is it the fucking weed
Or what the fuck you smokin
Cause I want some
I want to forget about my issues too bitch
What it do, what it does
I just copped two bricks from the plug, what's up
What it do, what it does
I'm off the dust, causing problems in the club
What it do, what it does
Hoes in my phone, they be begging for the love
What it do, what it does
I don't give a fuck, only thing I loves the drugs
Got drugs, are you happy
Got all your best friends lookin at me
Trynna start shit
Texting on my phone
Skirting in the dark quick
That's a wide body, keep yo bitch inside it
Can't remember passed Tuesday
Bumping Croosh and Dookie on the roof
Sippin heavy off the Dusse
MF Doom knocking, all the speakers rocking
Only one thing is true, that's your money over rules, aye
6th grade, the bitches ridin on my big wheels
I'm a big fish, I'm the real deal
Snorting blue pills through blue bills for cheep thrills
Here's the deal, we are not your homies
Pop a lucy, feeling lonely
Y'all need to get the fuck out here
I'm calling the fucking police
I kill this shit like Michael Myers
Pale face with tire irons
I'm a pyro, spit some fire
Illuminate all my desires
I'm a chill motherfucker but I'm pissed off
Can't hear a broke fucker, when the wrist talk
I like a hippy bitch who wearing all her crystals
A trippy bitch who ain't afraid to hold my pistol

Written by:
Brett Marshall, Cleve Cook

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