Lyrics Cartoned Milk - RRoxket

Nigga, I'm tryin' see what you workin', bitch
Tryin' see what one you workin', bitch
Nigga, im tryin' see what one you, huh

Nigga, I'm tryin' see what you workin', bitch
Tell my lil' bro: "Swing that .9", and I ain't going for shit
That first time bustin' that .45
I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw line
We turn 'em to a fit
I told lil bro: "Slide the cup & the .9"
I'm finna take a risk
Hollow tips, hit a nigga in his spine, now he with a rolling crip
Handicap, shoot a nigga in his spine, since he wanna be Rolling Crip'
My young nigga, get a nigga ass knocked off, just cause he told a tip
Huh, what's that on yo' nine, niggas called a grip
Slide on a nigga block, headshot gang, nigga, I don't shoot at cribs
Tryna ask me questions
I don't tell you nothin', or I'm gon tell a fib
These niggas toting wannabe P
So go on shoot it real
Anytime he slide on a nigga, block
Just go then tell him R.I.P
Slaying shit is still on my mind, I gotta catch a grill
Slaying, put a nigga out, "Fah-fah"
Turn that boy dat milk
Turn boy dat milk
Fives, we got them fives, nigga extended clip
Fuck nigga, When you try, It done died, had to shoot my trip
Young nigga quick draw with the 'fye, I get it off my hip
Young nigga slide in that night time, they pour out carton of milk

I'll wait just for the right time to get this nigga dealt
I was drinkin' water from the pipeline, now the pipe get 'em killed
They slide, but we spin again, Lil Durk, I think he almost here
Lil' Rocky was a hot boy, but they had told a tip
Big girl, [?]
I walk around with a hot Glock, but it's only concealed
Yeah, that's my tool, but a hot Glock, So I'm not 'boutta bip
I'm still with twin, I'm with my twin and we just chill
I'm still with twin and they knew that we not rockin', still
Girl, what you want? turn shooter off a pill off a pill
Who wanna use it? Nah just playin', I let you then 'oh well'
Lil' Rocky shoot like John Wick, I shoot like Navy Seal

Nigga, I'm tryin' see what you workin', bitch
Tell my lil' bro: "Swing that .9", and I ain't going for shit
That first time bustin' that .45
I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw line
We turn 'em to a fit
I told lil bro: "Slide the cup & the .9"
I'm finna take a risk
Hollow tips, hit a nigga in his spine, now he with a rolling crip
Handicap, shoot a nigga in his spine, since he wanna be Rolling Crip'
My young nigga, get a nigga ass knocked off, just cause he told a tip
Huh, what's that on yo' nine, niggas called a grip
Slide on a nigga block, headshot gang, nigga, I don't shoot at cribs
Tryna ask me questions
I don't tell you nothin', or I'm gon tell a fib
These niggas toting wannabe P
So go on shoot it real
Slaying, put a nigga out, "Fah-fah"
Turn that boy dat milk
Turn boy dat milk
Fives, we got them fives, nigga extended clip
Fuck nigga, When you try, It done died, had to shoot my trip
Young nigga quick draw with the 'fye, I get it off my hip
Young nigga slide in that night time, they pour out carton of milk