Big Milly - John Wick (feat. Yvng Prince & DSG Brey)

Running through your set, hit your dome like I'm John Wick
Scrolling through my phone, see your name, I hit block bitch
I hit block bitch
I hit block bitch
She know all the hood like she Jenny From the Block, bitch
Spend 100k on the wrist, it don't tick-tock bitch
Going viral, post the video, yeah I stop shit
Hundred round drum on the Drac', yeah it spit quick
Spitting on my dick, gluck gluck, yeah I want it
I'm on demon time, ha bitch, like I'm haunted
Wetter than Catrina, my shit coming out the faucet
Running through your shit like an athlete running cross fit
Pushing pounds, coming through the town, getting all the guap
Feel like El Chapo how I'm serving all this re-rock
Never catch me lacking, always toting, yeah I keep a Glock
Always posted outside with choppas, you hear bah bah
I be posted up 305, upping all the opps
You never catch us lacking, yeah we posted up with all the Glocks
Riding in a Vert, strapped with Uzis like we out in Philly
Throw it off the glass, yeah I pass it to that boy Milly
She let me beat it up, then she gon eat it up
Look at the way that she heating up
I put my ice on then hit from the back, now I'm grabbing her neck and that little baby freezing up
Got that bitch reaching up, grabbing the blunt she gon breathe it up
I asked her bae did you eat enough
Looked in my eyes, your girl grabbing my shit, now she making a mess and she keeping a mop so that little baby clean it up
What, what are you doing
Who are you, who are you screwing
I need you to come, I need you don't run
I'm finna bang on your hoe like a drum
Pass it to prince like I'm passing the blunt
Passing the blunt, yeah we killing them Runtz
See you at school, yeah I'm taking your lunch
Driving the Wraith, I ain't driving the bus
Don't want to talk, yeah I just want to nut
Passing the blunt and we making them skunk
Ride with a pole and we smoking them up
Bang through your house, we ain't pulling no stunts
Kicking you out like I'm hitting the punts
Prince you said you finna roll up another one
Shit, get me right too, I'm waiting on it
Three five or better, none more none less
Running through your set, hit your dome like I'm John Wick
Scrolling through my phone, see your name I hit block bitch
I hit block bitch
I hit block bitch

Written by:
Amir Williams, Revson Mills, Trey Leverett

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