Top Songs By DrownMili
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DrownMili
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Umari Barnaman
Songwriter
Samuel Legge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kal'1
Producer
Lyrics
I keep the chopper like tony Montana
cant walk in this bitch with no hammer
bad lil bitch Alabama
she gangster
you fuck wit her raw and she'll blam ya
**** be sneaking and dissing
I know that they mad cuz I never will answer
but if I slide with a mask and and my guys
Then They shitting and might need a pamper
I keep the chopper like tony Montana
cant walk in this bitch with no hammer
bad lil bitch Alabama
she gangster
you fuck wit her raw and she'll blam ya
**** be sneaking and dissing
I know that they mad cuz I never will answer
but if I slide with a mask and and my guys
Then They shitting and might need a pamper
They looking for me like I'm cony
But i I'm MIA somewhere coolin and cozy
I'm whipping that bitch macaroni
she told me lil Mili you one and the only
You pull a gun on my homie
I Put a Glock to you to prove that you phony
I take yo life and the police asking me why lil **** you owe me
I just be high off the earth
I'll get you high off the earth
.45 on me it burst
My demons they doing the worst
I'll send yo ass right to church
You praying to god thinking why am I Cursed?
The pastor like what is your worth
and preaching and telling you hop in a hearse
I'm sick in the head that's forsure
my **** be saying I might need a nurse
Been Putting in pain since my Birth
If I see a opp then Im peeling him first
Close the curtains
No love for a persons
my goons lurking
You'll be hurt for certain
I keep the chopper like tony Montana
cant walk in this bitch with no hammer
bad lil bitch Alabama
she gangster
you fuck wit her raw and she'll blam ya
**** be sneaking and dissing
I know that they mad cuz I never will answer
but if I slide with a mask and and my guys
Then They shitting and might need a pamper
Get him smoked like cancer
Turn his ass to a dancer
Hold yo life for ransom
We kill in off **** on random
I walk with this weight on my shoulders
I'm stepping on **** I feel like a ogre
My ice got me looking like polar
you sleeping on me then bitch I'm serving you fogers
My chopper hit like a Boulder you stupid im chilling I'm yelling I told ya
These percys be giving me ulcers
You can catch me on a poster hhh
I'm posted up with a clique
and I'm sending a shot now I feel like soldier
She fucking and sucking my dick
she making me feel like I own her
I'm flexing and stretching this shit
got bands its lit like this was some Yoga
I'm wrecking and checking they shit
don't come outside like this shit was corona
Fix yo face this poker
You look like a joker
Beams come out the holster
This .45 just might roast ya
Written by: Samuel Legge, Umari Barnaman