Testo F1 Sh*t - Mike Mills

Testo della canzone F1 Sh*t (Mike Mills), tratta dall'album I Been Working

Yea Put ya Hands up
Yea this that Flight 1 Shit
I done ran my bands up
I don't even count that shit
Got it off my hustle nigga
Ain't nobody gave my shit
If you ain't getting money
Then ya shit irrelevant
Yea I done ran my bands up
Shorty put ya hands up
She knows I'm hustler of the year
So no nevers the answer
Pockets kidnapped her face
My wrist paid the ransom
Fat nigga from the east but these hoes call me handsome
But this right here this the fucking anthem
For all my niggas in the kitchen
Bagging them grams up
Stack it the ceiling
Get this money while you can bruh
These streets is a mystery
But my chopper got the answers
Thuggin making lots of noise
Riding with them south side boys
If you ain't throwing up the 4
What you even throwing hoe!?
East New York made me
But South Charlotte help raised me
I'm good in any hood
From the 4 to 380
These niggas couldn't pay to live the life I live
I had some wild ass nights trapping on that strip
These rap niggas weird they just wanna friends
But ima Flight One nigga and that's till the end
Yea Put ya Hands up
Yea this that Flight 1 Shit
I done ran my bands up
I don't even count that shit
Got it off my hustle nigga
Ain't nobody gave my shit
If you ain't getting money
Then ya shit irrelevant
Yea Put ya Hands up
Yea this that Flight 1 Shit
I done ran my bands up
I don't even count that shit
Got it off my hustle nigga
Ain't nobody gave my shit
If you ain't getting money
Then ya shit irrelevant
Yea ya shit irrelevant
Nigga my flow is heaven sent
Avatar drip
I'm bending bars like elements
Blowing cash on better shit
You couldn't compete
That Cuban on my wrist temps at -3
Look ya bitch jockin' she must like what she see
So I made it rain on her SWV
Then she blessed the whole team like a thanksgiving feast
She said her jaw was tired so I told her switch knees
Ima Flight One nigga so this come with the turf
Last nigga tried me got put in the earth
So watch ya nouns, ad libs and verbs
You don't wanna become a ghost nigga over some words
I do this shit with ease put them words together
It was this or keep putting them birds together
Drop them packs off like Amazon prime
Free My Nigga Shoelace he doing real nigga time nigga
Yea Put ya Hands up
Yea this that Flight 1 Shit
I done ran my bands up
I don't even count that shit
Got it off my hustle nigga
Ain't nobody gave my shit
If you ain't getting money
Then ya shit irrelevant
Yea Put ya Hands up
Yea this that Flight 1 Shit
I done ran my bands up
I don't even count that shit
Got it off my hustle nigga
Ain't nobody gave my shit
If you ain't getting money
Then ya shit irrelevant



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Writer(s): Michael Jenkins
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