Milwaukee Lyrics by Kodak Black
I’m finding it hard to fall asleep, nigga tossing and turning
I was thinking to myself like only if I had a perkin’
I’m talking about all morning, now you need a real name
They ain’t even waiting to say that meaning I probably got a song on me
Drunk down my sleep like Darryl Izzy recording this
I’m a nightmare, baby, for reals, these shit I drink by dropping hit
I stepped up to this bitch like you know I could get a glitch
Riding around Wisconsin, we’re gonna ain’t no axis in Milwaukee
You gotta believe in yourself, you gotta be cocky
They discontinued purple juice, man, I miss that wine
I thought shooters like me can’t get shot till they shot me
I’m going future purple and rain, you know what I’m saying?
You can’t even stop me
Hey, ghost, the only one brought cancer in this bitch
I know they’re hiding, but she is, cause I got switch
Baby, sniper gang, y’all knowin’ that’s why the main hoes
Goin’ yammin’ in this bitch, so the hoes know cameras in this bitch
She ain’t swingin’ on my neck, my dick danglin’ in her face
I got swag and I can’t brag about it, y’all, y’all
Baby, vulture grew up, feelin’ torture and I’m foreign
Eh, eh, bustin’ on her, then I sent her off
Molly, set behind five percent, diamonds dance, huh
VVS, ay, I’m off that fam, powerful
Y’all do make my bet, take my meds, baby
Baby, take my meds
Red, I see red, I see red, the color in red
Picking up bread in Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash
Picking up cash in Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash
Hold my stash, hold my stash, baby, hold my stash
Pick my cash in Lauderdale, baby, hold my stash
Hold my stash, hold my, baby, hold my stash
Hold my clock in Waukee, baby, baby, hold my stash
Got the heat in Lauderdale, just meet me out there back
Back, back, back, hey, meet me in them bags
Suck a dick real good, baby, this is the location I’m pulling up
Fuck it, I’m ill crazy, I don’t give a damn no more
I fucked up yeah so what
This shit amazing I don’t pick faces
I kill (?) to a war blood
This ain’t for for racing Fuck the Mercedes nigga I spend a billion in a flush
The A for any race I don discriminate I ain’t a game but I bang so much
Can’t shake this quake and ain’t no yes men
But I just can’t say no, it’s true
It rain is raining, I just do grab your ring code in both my cup
It’s a scissor, blizzard, pissful, that’s a scissor, high-cock
My nigga wouldn’t mind me a wizard in the future
You just a little more guys than the padded west
Get me mad, I’m in your tracks, got bagging stuff
Clapping stuff, all the type of shit, killing stuff