Heymylan - Heymylan beat
[Verse 1]
Ghost ridin' in the Tesla, let the seats recline
You ain't got no money in yo' account, that's why yo' card decline
Lookin' for a woman that's gon' hold you down, it's hard to find
Yo' choppa ain't got no sights on that bitch, yo' target hard to find
You ain't got no blue strips yet, you better get to savin'
Get yo' girlfriend coochie wet, inside her pants it's rainin'
Beatin' down yo' block with this dick, but no masturbation
Open up yo' legs and let me spit before the penetration (Uh)
[Bridge]
Damn, damn
Whole lot of money, like damn
[Verse 2]
Ten bitches hit my cellphone, I feel likе John Holmes
I traumatize a opp with this .30, now he comatosе
If you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I feel like Casper, I gotta go ghost (Ghost)
Then I pull up on yo' main bitch, I stuff that bitch like some Oreos (Oreos)
I'ma never stop makin' weird tracks until my damn wrist froze
I put these lights on the Glock, it shinin' like a damn disco
(It's a disco in it)
Everybody cracked yo' bitch, I'm sorry, they hit those
I'm stuffin' hella damn bitches like some damn pizza rolls (Pizza rolls)
I'm outside servin' fent' with [?] elbows ([?]; Elbows)
You have enough money to buy the track ones, but yo' feet smell like Doritos
I have my Glock sign you out, this what you get for startin' all the damn issues
You niggas cappin' like y'all shootin' yourself like [?] tissue
Ghost ridin' in the Tesla, let the seats recline
You ain't got no money in yo' account, that's why yo' card decline
Lookin' for a woman that's gon' hold you down, it's hard to find
Yo' choppa ain't got no sights on that bitch, yo' target hard to find
You ain't got no blue strips yet, you better get to savin'
Get yo' girlfriend coochie wet, inside her pants it's rainin'
Beatin' down yo' block with this dick, but no masturbation
Open up yo' legs and let me spit before the penetration (Uh)
[Bridge]
Damn, damn
Whole lot of money, like damn
[Verse 2]
Ten bitches hit my cellphone, I feel likе John Holmes
I traumatize a opp with this .30, now he comatosе
If you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I feel like Casper, I gotta go ghost (Ghost)
Then I pull up on yo' main bitch, I stuff that bitch like some Oreos (Oreos)
I'ma never stop makin' weird tracks until my damn wrist froze
I put these lights on the Glock, it shinin' like a damn disco
(It's a disco in it)
Everybody cracked yo' bitch, I'm sorry, they hit those
I'm stuffin' hella damn bitches like some damn pizza rolls (Pizza rolls)
I'm outside servin' fent' with [?] elbows ([?]; Elbows)
You have enough money to buy the track ones, but yo' feet smell like Doritos
I have my Glock sign you out, this what you get for startin' all the damn issues
You niggas cappin' like y'all shootin' yourself like [?] tissue
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