Erik the Terror - MillaMe

Trap out the trap wit a millameed
Creeping up on you like centipede
I had to serve it out 10 a G
Then moved it up to a dub a G

I ain't no cap
Bitch I been a G
Came up on the west no Warren G
Got rid of your love it was boring me
An all you niggas my toiletry

Trap out the trap with the sticky on me
How you pussy wit a blicky on you
Smoking cookie I get Jiggy Homie
Philippine she get freaky on me
Sorry that I had to teach you homie
Gun em now he leaning over
He got shot in the head so I know it's over
Now you home alone like Macaulay Culkin
Shorty ripped off my shirt
Like she Hulk Hogan
Then she popped her a Perc
And started bending over
Beating up on that pussy
And skeeting on it
Then I hop in that Vette and start fleeing on it
Nigga taxing on pack so we scheming on it
Got the best in the trap you can read up on it
Fuck around and get clapped
If you thinking on it
Got yo Aunt in the trap and she fending For it

Trap out the trap wit a millameed
Creeping up on you like centipede
I had to serve it out 10 a G
Then moved it up to a dub a G

I ain't no cap
Bitch I been a G
Came up on the west no Warren G
Got rid of your love it was boring me
An all you niggas my toiletry

I am the Shìt you a Porta P
Put me on game since you know more than me
Roll up a Q out a Quarter P
Serve em Moon Rock that's a 30 G
Ima turn into a Wilder-beast
I can turn up your facility
I don't do Shìt but she feeling me
Can't fuck with her she a Billie Jean
But it is okay Gotta new bitch
I'm bussin playing in yah Boo whip
All white Mercedes no cool whip
Fifty a ball on this new shit
Niggas all talk they don't do it
Surround em in chalk
Make his crew miss em
Trap out the trap with a nine Millimeter
Pockets fat as fuck
Peter Griffin

Trap out the trap wit a millameed
Creeping up on you like centipede
I had to serve it out 10 a G
Then moved it up to a dub a G

I ain't no cap
Bitch I been a G
Came up on the west no Warren G
Got rid of your love it was boring me
An all you niggas my toiletry

Trap out the trap with my nine millimeter
Pockets fat as fuck Peter
I gotta show you how we fuck with Nani
Yeah
Terror and Fredi gon come up and run it

Written by:
Erik Autry

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