Letra Milwaukee Kodak Black

Milwaukee

I stepped up to this bridge, like, you know where I can get a glitch?
Ridin' round Wisconsin, figurin' ain't no Oxy's in Milwaukee
(Get the bag King Wonka)
Hell yeah, yeah, I just be wantin' to shoot, that's it

I find it hard to fall alseep, nigga, tossin' and turnin'
I was thinkin' to myself, only if I had a Perc'
I'm talkin' 'bout all mornin', I ain't even rollin'
Then you mean to say I probably got a song on 'em
Jumped out my sleep like Derrick, is you recordin' this?
I'm a nightmare baby, for real, Z shit, I dream about droppin' hits
I stepped up to this bridge, like, you know where I can get a glitch?
Ridin' 'round Wisconsin, figurin' ain't no Oxy's in Milwaukee
You gotta believe in yourself, you gotta be cocky
They discontinued purple juice, man, I miss that Wocky
I thought shooters like me can't get shot, 'til they shot me
I'm goin' Future, purple rain, now I'm sayin' you can't even stop me

Ayy, ghost, the only one brought cancer in this bitch
I ain't hidin' but you is, 'cause I got a switch, yeah
Ayy, this Sniper Gang you know that's why the main hoes going
Gamblin' in this bitch tell the hoes no cameras in this bitch
Chain swangin' on my neck, my dick danglin' in her face
I got swag and I can brag about it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby vulture cruel, I'm feelin' torture in a foreign
Ayy, I bust it on her, then I sent her off Molly
Sittin' behind five percent, diamonds dance, huh, VVS
Ayy, I'm off that Xan' but I forgot to make my bed
Take my meds, baby, baby, take my meds
Red, I see red, I see red, the Cullinan red pickin' up bread
In Lauderdale, baby, gold my stash, pickin' up cash
In Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash, hold my stash
Pour my stash, baby, hold my stash, pickin' up cash
In Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash, hold stash hold my
Baby, hold my stash, hold my Glock, and Wocky' up, baby
Baby, hold my stash
Got the Henn' in Lauderdale, just meet me out the back with the bag, bag
Hey, meet me in the Bach

Suck a dick real good, baby, just send me the location, I'm pullin' up
Fuck it, I'm mills crazy, I don't give a damn no more, I'm fucked up, yeah, so what?
This shit amazing, I don't put faces, I'll kill a haitian nigga to a blood
This ain't for racin' fuck the Mercedes, nigga, I spin and then I flush
This AR for any race, I don't discriminate it
Ain't no game but I paid so much
Can't shake this que, and I ain't no yes man, but I just can't say no to drugs
And when it's rainin' out the dope, yeah, we came with both our cups
It's a scissor, blizzard pistol, ask sizzurp how I cut
My nigga remind me of Wiz or Future, you just a lil' more gas then them
Patek west make me mad, I'll run in your trap, start baggin' stuff
Clappin' stuff, all type of stuff, we killin' stuff