Milly Wop - Who Really Buggin lyrics

Grra gang Gang Gang
Z Munna zay Munna with me
Milly with me gang
Gang Gang Gang

Uh, Shots fired
Connect a nigga like it's wi-fi
Been outside since it was top 5
Put a nigga right on fox 5
Have a bitch go line him and do the race
Niggas dissin, they know where we at nigga
See a opp and I'm quick to attack nigga
Off a percy, I'm blowin her back nigga
My nigga trap like Nipsey, we hustle
I got a gun so why would I tussle
Right by that zoo, yeah my hood is a jungle
Why would you diss me, know I get busy
Bigger than 40, know that's a sitchy?
Mike Amiri used to rock with Givenchy

Now that boy feeling dizzy
I feel like Coach, it's a hit list
They mad I'm blood with some big crips
Oh I take a shot, I'm on that time
Getting money gotta stay on my grind
Getting money gotta stay on my grind
Spot a opp and I'm always on time
Smoking that Dummy and Lotti
Mix it with that Juu Hеf n
Thirty on me, that's a tec n
Run up on me you gеt stretched n
Screaming Durkside in ya Jets n
Hop out, then we stretch ns gang Gang Gang
Movie, Viral, Ya mans died by the pokey
Stoley, Hop out, Shoot three n face shot
Zay don't play and Munchy don't either
Milly with me
Turnt ass n he throwin up neighbour
Hop out the V get to boomin'
He try to run then Munchy gon' shoot him
Spinnin they block or we lose it
Bro gotta Toolie and I got the Ruger
Four opps got hit that's movie
Back to the trap lil' treesh wan' do me
Back to the trap lil' treesh wanna do me
Ns duck when they gang slide
Monterey, Sev Block, That's gang ties
They know Durkside, I bang mine
Hit a opp in his face till his gang slide
Ns duck when they gang slide
Monterey, Sev Block, That's gang ties
They know Durkside, I bang mine
Hit a opp in his face tell his gang slide

Four three shots, that's you
43 shots not you n you soft
Lotti he died he ain't fight back
Shoota just called me and asked
For the price tag
Fetty he with me he clutchin
Hop out the V I told brodie to dust em'
Ju Heff got beat with the Hookah
Dying all funny, y'all really not shootas
Reyway be the gang that they hate tho
We don't talking, just go ask the 8 tho
Four Oh when it came to the ruler
Go ask my opps, only Wop be the oota
Hoodstars on the rey that's the generals
We don't do talkin' just know
That we bendin' through
Bad bitch took the gun she a holster

Smoking on Dummy, Got put on a poster

Dummy, Ain't no Uber but we Lyft him
Gang trynna blitz em'
Baba she lined em she tricked em
Hold on, Bunny Hop get to chasing
He try to run, matter fact get to blitzin'
Look bitch I ball like the pistons
33 on me when I feel like im Pippin
If he Gz he get put in a Coffin
Hole in his face that boy look like a dolphin
(Elii)
Spin the Eighth know i'm causin' extortion
Dummy lotti, gang
Gang Gang gang n suck my dick
Big YGk N die Drilly
Fuck all the oppas n mista shot spotta
Got the loccs with me got
The m88vas with me n
All gas no brakes mista shoot at ya face