Lyrics Pro (OneTakeGang) - Lil Jedi

I need a milli milli or no dealy dealy and an extra 50 for the show
Shorty get silly silly cause my neck on chilly and Im really really with ya hoe
I like em itty bitty but real pretty pretty if you in the city we could go
She think I'm witty witty but I'm nitty gritty now I'm in the kitty like a pro

Yeah
She hit me like 'come touch it'
I hit her back 'come suck it'
I want the neck, we ain't fucking? Then fuck it
If you knucking I'm up and then bucking these buckets
Eat til she full then you swallow the suffix
Birds of a feather I pick one and pluck it
Got my hand in the (Err!) watch me play like a puppet
I don't care what you did cause I already done it
Give me the crown I'm a king bitch, man of my town thats some king shit
Pass me the cup I don't care what you drinking
If I say it's a dub I don't care what you thinking
Lit like a lamp, I bought a stick then I lit up yo camp
Call me the goat all you rappers is lamb
Foot on they throat all these rappers is fans
Foot on they throat it's a wrap for ya mans
Foot on they throat I just got an advance, blew it off
She give me brain, shorty knew it all
Shorty an eater, chew it off
Hundreds is crip, blew it all
That mean they all blue, that mean its all new
Say I'm the man, thats all you
Man I don't rap like that bitch, man I don't cap like that bitch
Talking out ya neck you get clapped like that bitch
Got his brother on the block like 'damn what happened?'
You ain't getting money, I swear we cashing
Boy you be a dummy, I swear we having
Get a grip, make it flip, damn we adding
Put the tip on her lip, hit, I'm dashing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wait, turn the beat back on

I need a milli milli or no dealy dealy and an extra 50 for the show
Shorty get silly silly cause my neck on chilly and Im really really with ya hoe
I like em itty bitty but real pretty pretty if you in the city we could go
Bitch

And thats light man they said I couldn't rap, what are they talking about?
And I know I skipped the last bar
Y'all cant do what I just did thats a freestyle bro I didnt write nothing

Designer the toes, fancy the clothes
I can't be friends with no foes, I can't be friends with these hoes
I only trust in the bros, but they be faking
Play with me I make the choppa sing even the Draco be Drake-ing