Millions (Shaded Remix)

Intro:
Tryna hit it till the sun's up
Woah
Hit it once that's a one and done
Woah
Uh
What
Oo
Yeah

Hook:
She
Throw it back
I catch it like a quarterback
Jesus
All up in her temple
Holy water splash
Greenery
Big boy smoke
Bitch I ordered that
We killin' em
Y’all best shit
Be sorta wack
Oo
Hit her wit the bat man
Hood on rojo
Threads catching light
Cause a fan snapped a photo
Big boy shit
Catch the snap for the promo
Start at cinco
Bust at ocho

Verse 1:
Bitch ass niggas
I could never match your energy
Tell me I’m the bomb
Big boom from the chemistry
Double cross me
Ain’t no telling where u finna be
Competition gone
Up to god went my enemies
Homie took a xann
What’s the plan where the bitches be
Big boy turnt
Thank nic
For the Christmas tree
Features
Cover art
Wait
Pay the interest fee
Steady tryna find me
Young shaded mystery
Nasty ass hoe
Steady tryna kiss me
After suckin' up the bro
Lemme do the hokie pokie
Bend it over
Touch ya toes
Said I had a shawty
Had to tell the bitch no
New skateboard
Trucks chrome
Duckin low
Thinking he the homie
Cause I dapped him at the store
Which drip now
I’m like enie Mineie moe
Got a watch face
Can you see the way it glow
If ya ass fat throw it back

Hook:
She
Throw it back
I catch it like a quarterback
Jesus
All up in her temple
Holy water splash
Greenery
Big boy smoke
Bitch I purchase that
Genius
Got a thirsty thot
Where the water at
Oo
Hit her wit the bat damn
Head on woah hoe
Threads catching light
Cause ya manz snached a photo
Big boy shit
Catch the snap for the promo
Start at cinco
Dead by ocho

Verse 2:
Slide
Round west
For a sec
Slide
For this taste test
It'll get you wet
Slide
Think my best bet
Is to cop a tech
Slide
Bet ill bust first
Ain't no bussin back
Oh God
Young Jay Shades
Face stuck on pissed off
My main can suck a jeep
Threw a motherfuckin straw
Niggas never peep a Point guard
Until they stars
I don't do thots
Dirty hoes don't get me hard
Workin on that ass
Like mechanic did the car
Engine still warm
Baby find somewhere to park
Gotta get u in ya bag
Tell me push it like a cart
Pushing it to start
Baby u state of the art
Make me take you bar
Show me who u are
Liquor in ya system
Getting touchy after dark
Shiny shiny teeth and me
I'm Chip Skylark
Turn this on like
This my part
Nigga

Hook 2:
Killin it
Run it back
And stream it to a million
Bazillion
All up in the cup
Untill she spilling it
I'm feeling it
Big boy smoke
Not for children
Don't be an idiot
OCM the guys
It ain't no better clique
Pussy

Outro:
Stop playin wit me nigga
Ocm the guys we the best niggas out here
By far
Fuckin fuego gang
Shout out my nigga mak
Shout out my nigga essay
Shout out my nigga double I
For real
Shout out that nigga pook
Shout out my nigga seras
Out here
OCM the guys
World wide media on the motherfuckin rise
You already know what it is
We out