Saint Rose - Milligrams
Aye Mondo, this shit fyeSRW shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This how I'm coming
216, let's get it
I done jumped off porch in my Timberlands
Talkin on me, better check on yo middle mans
I'm so hot right now, need a ceiling fan
Brought the whole trap to the Island, no Gilligan
Tell me how you feel again, pop me a seal again
Better watch out, bro'nem off the pill again
Bitch got milligrams, milligrams, milligrams
(Milligrams, milligrams, milligrams)
New swag, Gucci Gang drippin off of me
That's the reason they watchin me
Niggas hate on me honestly
Got a baddy, she sloppin me
'Nother baddy on top of me
Play the game like monopoly
I done made it from poverty
I don't beef on the media
I'd rather buss when I see the bruh
You ain't heard of my name
Look me up on Wikipedia
I'm that Saint Rose nigga, not the type you wanna fuck with
Play my cards right, you won't ever catch me bluffin
Sippin Robitussin the way you niggas be sleepin on me
One stop shop, get you popped if creepin on me
Caught up in a pickle, be careful this ain't no Rick and Morty
Dayton be the gang and everyone in here keep a .40
Shawty wanna fuck with the Seven
Hit a stain with the hitters yeah I bang with the felons
Never catch me slippin' on God, I'm a menace
You don't want beef with a Big Mac-11
Sippin codiene, put it all in the pitcher
Roll up a wood, what the fuck is a swisher
I-90 I'm speeding, the road to the riches
I'm swimming with sharks, I don't tread with the fishes
Bitch, I'm official, I been about business
If we gotta issue, put you on a hit list
Them goons on attack, they gon slime the whole city
I'm bouncing on beats like some double D titties
I done jumped off porch in my Timberlands
Talkin on me, better check on yo middle mans
I'm so hot right now, I need a ceiling fan
Brought the whole trap to the Island, no Gilligan
Tell me how you feel again, pop me a seal again
Better watch out, bro'nem off the pill again
Bitch got milligrams, milligrams, milligrams
(Milligrams, milligrams, milligrams)
Yeah, man, you know how we do shit man
Seven-11 shit, First Classmen shit, all that shit
Had to T up one time
Fuck these niggas talkin 'bout
Aye Mondo, Silas, we out
On everything
(I don't tread with the fishes)
Pussy
(Milligrams, milligrams, milligrams)
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Saint Rose
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