More Milli freestyle by Vince Staples Lyrics
[Produced by Jay Curry]
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Mr. International, I could probably times two
Everything you do in life and everything you might do
Probably stick my dick up in the bitch you say goodnight to
Niggas swear they beasting, I don't know who hyped you
Motherfucking lames, if I could I'd probably fight ya
Have my people light ya
You know just what them brothers do
Magic in a 32
L.A. Lakers, run and shoot
Hit your mother, father, sister, daughter, and your cousin too
I'm the shit, hope you know
Wave, you're like row your boat
Sitting like, southern pole
Drop the "E" add a "O"
That be my wardrobe, you malling with your mom
Rushing right before the store close
Stack up a head case
Rare like a red steak
90th and Hooper just to get the record set straight
Homie, we just set dates
Cause I'mma get to popping once the L-beast start the drop and then you niggas start to flop and then your bitches get to copping
[Verse 2: LaVish]
Uh, I'm in a carpool doing 150
With a dime piece out having lunch with me
My lifestyle now, boy it's something trippy
Rather hit the blunt 'cause I'm never getting tipsy
Yeah, puffing on the green like an urban hippy
They repeat my name now like Timmy Timmy
Timmy Timmy T-Timmy Timmy T-Timmy Timmy
Flying out boy, genius, call me Jimmy
The first thing to speak about in any conversation
I'm going for the win, you're just a nomination
LaVish what they call me and I'm often hated
I ain't the best yet, won't stop until the greatest
Yeah, my bud shining like a flash light
And yeah we can collab for a flat price
And I'm rolling in the Polo, Marco
I bet they won't forget me like Sarah Marshall
Dodger fitted on on the Ralph bucket
You a extra in this movie, yeah I'm out stunting
If you ain't talking money then you ain't saying nothing
L-A-V signing out
I'm Chris Brown, run it
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Mr. International, I could probably times two
Everything you do in life and everything you might do
Probably stick my dick up in the bitch you say goodnight to
Niggas swear they beasting, I don't know who hyped you
Motherfucking lames, if I could I'd probably fight ya
Have my people light ya
You know just what them brothers do
Magic in a 32
L.A. Lakers, run and shoot
Hit your mother, father, sister, daughter, and your cousin too
I'm the shit, hope you know
Wave, you're like row your boat
Sitting like, southern pole
Drop the "E" add a "O"
That be my wardrobe, you malling with your mom
Rushing right before the store close
Stack up a head case
Rare like a red steak
90th and Hooper just to get the record set straight
Homie, we just set dates
Cause I'mma get to popping once the L-beast start the drop and then you niggas start to flop and then your bitches get to copping
[Verse 2: LaVish]
Uh, I'm in a carpool doing 150
With a dime piece out having lunch with me
My lifestyle now, boy it's something trippy
Rather hit the blunt 'cause I'm never getting tipsy
Yeah, puffing on the green like an urban hippy
They repeat my name now like Timmy Timmy
Timmy Timmy T-Timmy Timmy T-Timmy Timmy
Flying out boy, genius, call me Jimmy
The first thing to speak about in any conversation
I'm going for the win, you're just a nomination
LaVish what they call me and I'm often hated
I ain't the best yet, won't stop until the greatest
Yeah, my bud shining like a flash light
And yeah we can collab for a flat price
And I'm rolling in the Polo, Marco
I bet they won't forget me like Sarah Marshall
Dodger fitted on on the Ralph bucket
You a extra in this movie, yeah I'm out stunting
If you ain't talking money then you ain't saying nothing
L-A-V signing out
I'm Chris Brown, run it