lirik lagu milliondollarlui – opposition!
[intro]
hey where’s rolo?
[verse 1: teksyn]
uh
yeah, yeah
kick a n~gga to the ?
i’m feeling like carti i beat out his socks
bad b~tch named amari she beat out the drop
i’m all in the coupe while she give me that top
she giving that top to a n~gga
i’m up in the trap while im counting my figures
this that wock in the cup i ain’t sipping on liquor
you n~ggas too fake, just stick to the scripture
these hoes they fine, and they getting quicker
and they getting bigger
tick tock, yeah i keep me a richard
i pour the lean up in the pitchеr
yeah that’s her new man, so wе just calling him victor
it k!lls to get hit with the vector
my .40 a teacher its finna come lecture
i drip mike amiri’s all up with the fletcher
we deep in a honda, applying that pressure
[verse 2: milliondollarlui]
clean up, aisle 4 the scene is a mess
walk through the party, bulletproof vest
and i keep a red beam on his chest
and yo’ b~tch on my johnny, ain’t talking ’bout test
and my bands do the math and i ain’t talking ’bout test
i pop me a perky, now we having perfect s~x
go get you some bands n~gga still ain’t working yet
(that sh~t is sad)
and these n~ggas mad ’cause they can’t get bands, uh
shooter with me, keep the glock in his hand
like peter, b~tch i got the heater, and it can get hot like i’m using a pan
and his name must be ricky, the way that he ran
uh, that boy he fast on his feet
uh, i can make bands in a week
and throw that sh~t down like im doing the yeet
that boy too fire, he bringing in heat, uh
new pack got me high like alladin
he talk too much now he gotta die (yeah)
put his ass in the air like a dragon
[verse 3: fr4ud]
and i feel like jason, no freddy, yeah we at the cabin
that b~tch tryna’ f~ck, but its not finna happen
i hit that boy up for the ones but he cappin’
we moving in silence, y’all n~ggas be rattin’
man, i’m with my n~gga christian
and i pray he dont die, i be hoping wishing
i got 22 shots and i hold precision
(what the f~ck does that mean)
man i’m never missing
and i’m off a perc’ getting jiggy
yeah i’m in the club throwing hunnids’ and fifties
i pull it out then i’ma nut on her titties
yeah, pull it out, i got the full and the semi
yeah that n~gga broke, yeah he live off the stimmy, uh
i ain’t a rapper for real
but if that n~gga talk up on the gang
then that little n~gga get k!lled, uh
and i’m on the block, with 34 shots, i feel like shaquille, uh
and i heard that he rapping, lemme’ call matt, let’s get him a deal
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