Milo Case - Backflips

Ima do it like this

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke
Gimme two and I you know coming back sis
Gimme three you gon think we a thing
And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress
James Harden in the clutch, cant pass this
I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp
Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya

You and me, we like Bonnie and Clyde
Fuck you in that bonnet, by the third stroke, bet that bonnet aside
Sometimes I gotta bottle my pride
Cause I be thinking I'm that nigga when you right by my side

And to think, it all started in them DMs
Your story won't funny, but you was bad as hell
So I comment the laughing emoji nigga, just to see you would bite
I thought you probably will, and we on

FaceTiming and you blushin in the face
Can't lick a fire Lily but that pink is what I'm trying to taste
If you wit it then I'm wit it too
Canceled on the niggas, they know just what I am getting too
I'm getting you

Subtract that other nigga too
Gimme two years, Ima pull up in that ghost, that's different boo
Fuck a snack, you cooked with a red center, you rare babygirl and well done
That's a different chew

I made it clear that I was feeling you
Now I get to fillin you up, the peanut butter in ya butter cup
So long I been chasing the cat, just to find that you was a wolf
You be howling till the sun is up

Working full-time just to run it up
But if I'm in my city I'm at Mama Js
Offered the pack to my moms for the stress
It won't selling cause I'd never let my momma pay

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke
Gimme two and I you know coming back sis
Gimme three you gon think we a thing
And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress
James Harden in the clutch, I cant pass this
I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp
Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya

I fuck with you cause you ain't worried bout these other chicks
I'm low key, like a stunted brick
I'm Loki like the brother of that thunder striking nigga that be
Whipping arm and hammer like he running from the wanted list

Hunnid shit, all these songs pop like a gun equipped
My pops heard the tape and said "who's son is this"
Said Brak had to do it to em
This my first time tape I'm not in school, so I had to bring the tutor to him

No more oodles of noodles, I'm popping now
Take lil shawty to the popping lounge
Ima prosper cause these popping shawties want me as poppa
But probably won't take that option
Unless pussies do the popping sound

Issa a problem when Max and me get to choppin now
Especially when the crown in the stu
I was bound to blew, bound to blow, classically trained
I just take it where the sound will go

And when I'm hot, the bounds just bountiful
They gentrifying my city like the county full
Real life, go and raise ya own property tax
I'm making money but I ain't making no property stacks

Babygirl Ima make you my property next
You probably vexed, but I came back like property debt
That thang fat, got that mound like you play for the Mets
Bet on me and that's as safe as it get

Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke
Gimme two and I you know coming back sis
Gimme three you gon think we a thing
And the fourth time on the way out you doing backflips

Pick you up and lay flat up on that mattress
James Harden in the clutch, I cant pass this
I gotta thing for ya, with them glasses and that lisp
Thick hips, shit I might just get a ring for ya

Written by:
Miles Braxton

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