Lyrics Stories - Miillie Mesh , Hugh Glass

Aye let me hit up my hitta
Look at my fit and my get up
Denim on denim
My homegirl look like a pin up
Look better than kylie jenner
Got tired of hiding my figure
Don′t even give a
Damn about fashion
My style deliver
Switch up the mix like a blender
This my agenda
Just spent three racks at the dentist
So I can keep smiling for pictures
Where have I been at
You're in my business get out
I′m making decisions
And if we ever fell out
I guess you'll be making my hit list
Don't try and duck outta town
I cannot vouch for none of you rookies
Who ready to bite off of what I been cookin
I know you can hear me
I know you been lookin
Might as well put my name in the movies
Big screen big booty
Million streams off of sixteens
Pipe dreams in the sewage
Pray to god won′t he do it
Not yet mmm bet
Got mad said I′ll do it myself
I'm puttin me on when I put it on a track
Can′t put it on a shelf or push it to the back

Y'all really can′t read
Stop tellin them stories
Them folks round me
They wasn't for me
Oh they say they want beef
But they can′t afford it
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest
No cap bout me
Stop tellin them stories
They want that beef with me
Nah we should be cordial
Y'all be for the streets
Why is that normal
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest

There be a forest
I'm in the back of the ford with a taurus
I got on basketball shorts for performance
She flashin I′m hittin
She open I′m scoring
This is ai with the braids on
Young mike hoopin with the chain on
Tongue out spinning to the baseline
Bout to get jay'd on
Dirk goin off when he played bron
New bitch still stuck in my past
New whip 200 the dash chase nothing but cash
I told my momma that I wouldn′t change for the change but I have
They told my son that I wouldn't be shit
And I heard him laugh
Look at us now I′m in my bag
Bitch it's the duke and I′m on they ass
I'm on they heads like caps is
Good with the bread like catfish
Boy I been tapped in that isn't past tense
I′m locked in like I′ve been trapped in
Take the key and throw it out
Blazin weed I blow an ounce
Ate the beat I'm showing out
80 Beats in one week
This the king that′s uncrowned

Y'all really can′t read
Stop tellin them stories
Them folks round me
They wasn't for me
Oh they say they want beef
But they can′t afford it
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest
No cap bout me
Stop tellin them stories
They want that beef with me
Nah we should be cordial
Y'all be for the streets
Why is that normal
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest

Y'all really can′t read
Stop tellin them stories
Them folks round me
They wasn′t for me
Oh they say they want beef
But they can't afford it
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest
No cap bout me
Stop tellin them stories
They want that beef with me
Nah we should be cordial
Y′all be for the streets
Why is that normal
If you want that green
Open my book bag there be a forest