feat. @m_ar8

Lyrics:

I put that shit on with no stylist
New whip, got no mileage
Keep me a semi, got no bag, huh
Send him to the sky
Hop in the HEMI, we can drag
Don't get too close, it spit out fire
I got too many of these stacks
You can't get more, but you can try
She was talking to me and she thinkin' I'm bringing her home
Ha, it was a setup, I sent the lil shawty to mess with your dome
I'm putting my money in percs
I know they ain't doin' me wrong
I swear that I did it at first
I stand on that green like a gnome yeah

What is that?
Xay, yeah where you at?
They wanna know where I'm at
I'm poppin' tags
Poppin a percocet
The perky not workin' yet
You ain't poppin' yet
Want a watch? you ain't flirtin' yet
Your money ain't twerkin' yet, your pockets be hurting, yeah
I bought her a birkin, yeah
I know they lurkin', yeah
I got a brand new chain with me
'lot of these niggas can't hang with me
Can't walk with the bands, keep a cane with me
I can pull up with his main with me
Big ol' money came with me
A lot of old friends stayed the same with me
Never be caught with a lame with me
My bro got the sticks, like the game with me

I put that shit on with no stylist
New whip, got no mileage
Keep me a semi, got no bag, huh
Send him to the sky
Hop in the HEMI, we can drag
Don't get too close, it spit out fire
I got too many of these stacks
You can't get more, but you can try
She was talking to me and she thinkin' I'm bringing her home
Ha, it was a setup, I sent the lil shawty to mess with your dome
I'm putting my money in percs
I know they ain't doin' me wrong
I swear that I did it at first
I stand on that green like a gnome yeah

Yeah I roll up with no stylist
I can't walk outside without sum chrome all on my body
Tell that nigga, "he ain't 'bout it"
Fresh as fuck, ain't no one bought it
His shit fake, I called it
Brand new sneaks, don't got no crease
They don't got these, this a rare piece
Swear this glocky on my hip only thing that been here with me
Swear that boy better not play
Before he leave deceased
Before we leave his blood up on a motherfucking tee
Spin again, and spin again, and then we let that nigga leak
Rest in peace
They know I'm on timing
They like Mar lil bro you wylin'
Bitch I wake up in the morning
Don't need no stylist, don't need no stylist

I put that shit on with no stylist
New whip, got no mileage
Keep me a semi, got no bag, huh
Send him to the sky
Hop in the HEMI, we can drag
Don't get too close, it spit out fire
I got too many of these stacks
You can't get more, but you can try
She was talking to me and she thinkin' I'm bringing her home
Ha, it was a setup, I sent the lil shawty to mess with your dome
I'm putting my money in percs
I know they ain't doin' me wrong
I swear that I did it at first
I stand on that green like a gnome yeah

No Mileage (feat. m@rr!)

first album, real feelings and thoughts on it. hope u enjoy | all producers in the description, thank u guys if u see this project #ots

No Mileage (feat. m@rr!)

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