9 MILLY

[Verse 1: Fly Velo]
Looking back and all of the art I've done
Bitch you know I am the one
Last thing you see is my gun
Single opp left its a one on one

I don't do this shit for fun
Rest in peace Big Pun
Looking up and see the sun
Little Apple is my son

Cooking in the Pyrex
Fine shyt give me fine sex
We are up next
Fuck my bitch ass ex
Cashing all these damn checks
Not this shit is complex

[Verse 2: Kiyarts]
I was fucked up in the crib watching Texans Chargers
Like I'm Mike I'm throwing ones yeah I'm a Indie artist
I don't think this shits for you and I'm just being honest
Made a buck off of this shit but I am not Giannis

This a swisha, 223s gon hit ya
Skate around with sticks but I am not like Johnnys sister
That bitch she said I'll miss her when I'm gone but I don't miss her
Feel like Nitz the way I put the lean into the pitcher

[Verse 3: Fly Velo]
You see this project
Better give me my respect
What the fuck did you expect
Leaving them perplexed

Always doing all my reps
Building up these fucking pecs
Apple's a reject
Taking these next steps

Maybe I'm misunderstood
Rising up as I should
Holding all that I secured
Now you see this fucking fur
Mink coat never see me fucking burr
Looking back my life a blur
Watch me balling Steve Kerr

[Verse 4: Kiyarts]
Beaver skin coat
Can't stop pimping all those hoes
Never been the one to flaunt but now I fucking brag and boast
Make a toast
The society like Chief Keef we gon glo
Philly got me on this Conway beat we mixing up the flows

Dumb ass bitch she tried to rob me out my Balenciaga's
Chopped ass bitch I said that ho to take my Fendi Prada
She rode the dick and doing tricks just like her name is Lana
Nitz gave Apple the 9 Milly you could say he gottem