The Milestone

I’m smashed between that bread, like Peanut butter, jelly
I’m in California feeling like im Makaveli
Baby off a Percocet, she say she high already
She believe she can fly like she Robert Kelly
These niggas can’t see my face like im Wizard Kelly
We three niggas that be hustlin', Ed, Edd & Eddy
I ain’t eatin' cereal, i’m blowing cookie crisp
Got bread, cheese, chips, lettuce, that’s my grocery list
Pussy like a Klay Thompson jumper, imma stroke that bitch
She sucked it sloppy and I barely even know that bitch
Her pussy wet, got me diving like a pool party
Fire up that Bob Marley, bullets bald like Steve Harvey
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup
Bussed down the buffs, so the ice, I can see it
Big cattle on me, big duff, I can leave it
Stabbing in the jeep, you tough, I can see the weather
She stay by my side, she stuck like she a tether
I just did the dash, all horse, I don’t need a Tesla
Say she fiend for it, aww shit, yea they need to test her
I just flexed up a hundred K, call me a wrestler
Big drip got me drenched, I don’t need a vest
Stabbing up that, stocking up that, stocking up on that stock market
Fucking on your bitch got me up and i’m rock hardened
Hitting up that, splitting up that, hitting up that top market
You shootin' at the stars, while im shootin' at the top target
Bitch
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup
Punching in and clocking them hours to get my digits up
Even with a wet floor sign, i’m still not slipping up
Deja Vu, i’m at it again, look who i’m riding with
Fully loaded clip in my pencil is my survival kit
Better grab a Kit Kat bar if you wanna catch a break
You catching feelings, i’m catching Salmon to go next to my steak
Detroit L-O, uh, in the Cadi counting green
LiveRAW Die RAW, we the Gold Bottle Team
Got that gwop on me, and I might fold Gs
Pull that chick out the cooler, she a ice cold freak
And we chasing our dreams to stack a Mill like Meek
Don’t be tough on the gram, playing hide n go seek
Bitch
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup
Ain’t a nigga on my team can be touched
You ain’t too blind to see my niggas going up
Man we just tryna fill the duffle bag up
A hundred thousand in the duffle bag, yup