rroxket - cartoned milk lyrics
[intro]
n+gga, i’m tryin’ see what you workin’, b+tch
tryin’ see what one you workin’, b+tch
n+gga, im tryin’ see what one you, huh
[chorus]
n+gga, i’m tryin’ see what you workin’, b+tch
tell my lil’ bro: “swing that .9”, and i ain’t going for sh+t
that first time bustin’ that .45, d+mn near broke my wrist
diss the gang, that’s where i draw line, we turn ’em to a fit
i told lil bro: “slide the cup & the .9”, i’m finna take a risk
hollow tips, hit a n+gga in his spine, now he with a rolling crip
handicap, shoot a n+gga in his spine, since he wanna be rolling crip’
my young n+gga, get a n+gga ass knocked off, just cause he told a tip
huh, what’s that on yo’ nine, n+ggas call ’em grip
slide on a n+gga block, headshot gang, n+gga, i don’t shoot at cribs
tryna ask me questions, i don’t tell you nothin’, or i’m gon tell a fib
these n+ggas toting wannabe p, so go on shoot it real
anytime he slide on a n+gga, block, just go then tell him r.i.p
slaying sh+t is still on my mind, i gotta catch a grill
slaying, put a n+gga out, “fah+fah” turn that boy dat milk
turn boy dat milk
fives, we got them fives, n+gga extended clip
f+ck n+gga, when you try, it done died, had to shoot my trip
young n+gga quick draw with the ‘fye, i get it off my hip
young n+gga slide in that night time, they pour out carton of milk
[verse]
i’ll wait just for the right time to get this n+gga dealt
i was drinkin’ water from the pipeline, now the pipe get ’em k!lled
they slide, but we spin again, lil durk, i think he almost here
lil’ rocky was a hot boy, but they had told a tip
big girl, [?]
i walk around with a hot glock, but it’s only concealed
yeah, that’s my tool, but a hot glock, so i’m not ’boutta bip
i’m still with twin, i’m with my twin and we just chill
i’m still with twin and they knew that we not rockin’, still
girl, what you want? [?] off a pill
who wanna use it? nah just playin’, i let you then ‘oh well’
lil’ rocky shoot like john wick, i shoot like navy seal
[chorus]
n+gga, i’m tryin’ see what you workin’, b+tch
tell my lil’ bro: “swing that .9”, and i ain’t going for sh+t
that first time bustin’ that .45, d+mn near broke my wrist
diss the gang, that’s where i draw line, we turn ’em to a fit
i told lil bro: “slide the cup & the .9”, i’m finna take a risk
hollow tips, hit a n+gga in his spine, now he with a rolling crip
handicap, shoot a n+gga in his spine, since he wanna be rolling crip’
my young n+gga, get a n+gga ass knocked off, just cause he told a tip
huh, what’s that on yo’ nine, n+ggas call ’em grip
slide on a n+gga block, headshot gang, n+gga, i don’t shoot at cribs
tryna ask me questions, i don’t tell you nothin’, or i’m gon tell a fib
these n+ggas toting wannabe p, so go on shoot it real
anytime he slide on a n+gga, block, just go then tell him r.i.p
slaying sh+t is still on my mind, i gotta catch a grill
slaying, put a n+gga out, “fah+fah” turn that boy dat milk
turn boy dat milk
fives, we got them fives, n+gga extended clip
f+ck n+gga, when you try, it done died, had to shoot my trip
young n+gga quick draw with the ‘fye, i get it off my hip
young n+gga slide in that night time, they pour out carton of milk
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