"Milk & Cookies" lyrics

You ever sold drugs out your granny house
You ever had shoot out front yo mommy crib
Nowhere to leave because dey watch da way you move
I love to play wit pistols cuz I love da way dey sound
Must be off crystal if you think I'm finna lose
Dis bitch just kicked my cup look like it's piss all on my shoes
Got this bitch all on my dick she said she love it ova here
Slap da snot out one of you niggas dat keep look at my pocket
Feeling like dat man when I walk thru bands what I talk boy
Now I'm pulling up in foreign whips n' all typa shit
Bitches use to laugh at me now who got da last laugh
Now who got da last laugh

I stayed solid
Street creed solid
My bitch solid
Cuban link on my neck solid
My wrist solid
My gang solid
My ... solid
Forgiatos on my whip solid

I step in dis bitch I'm big flexin' (flex)
Big Bentleys big houses big pendants dis shit bussin'
Dis that typa shit that strippers play
Dis dat typa shit dey on this the shit that niggas really won't
Dis that typa shit the hood want
This that typa shit that make uh bad bitch think you really on
In da trap eating milk n' cookies I'm counting money
I'll give you a 100,000 if you see uh 50

I'm talking all of dis dog shit you hear me in yo speakers
Got bitches all on my dizick I'm too player I can't keep em
N I like pretty bitches
All my hoes look exotic
She gotta pretty pussy but she kno I'm pushin' P
Yea dis dat P talk dat P talk my pockets crip walk
And ever time I hit da club I got niggas pissed off
Like who dat standing on dat couch wit all dem fuckin' chains nigga
Who dat throwing all dat money wit all dem fucking gang members

I stayed solid
Street creed solid
My bitch solid Cuban
Link on my neck solid
My wrist solid
My gang solid
My ... solid
Forgiatos on my whip solid

I step in dis bitch I'm big flexin' (flex)
Big Bentleys big houses big pendants dis shit bussin'
Dis that typa shit that strippers play
Dis dat typa shit dey on this the shit that niggas really won't
Dis that typa shit the hood love
This that typa shit that make uh bad bitch think you really on
In da trap eating milk n' cookies I'm counting money
I'll give you a 100,000 if you see uh 50

Dis dat typa shit da streets need (turn me up)
Hella loud n make da speakers bleed
Dis dat typa shit da streets need (turn me up)
Hella loud n make da speakers bleed
Dis dat typa shit da streets need (turn me up)
Hella loud n make da speakers bleed
Dis dat typa shit da streets need (turn me up)
Hella loud n make da speakers bleed

Hella loud n make da speakers bleed
Hella loud n make da speakers bleed