Turk - Millyrokk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] No ceilings No ceilings No ceilings My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop - Bop! Them n***as ain't hot, they petty wap Sipping Barney, smoking Baby Bop She's performing on the table top Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot Bop-bop,) then I'll pull off and wave goodbye I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die My n***as wild like Omega Psi My b**hes screaming "Ooh la la" I tell my demons "Kumbaya" Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka!" Make a n***a say "Uhh, na-na-na-na-na" I got money on my mental Got them n***as in my rear view I'm a dog, I'm a dog Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's Drop dollars on your temple Pop collars like a pistol Drive back and forth for codeine Put some mileage on the rental Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno I'm straight N.O The U-N-O Fast life, so uptempo Oohwee, Presidential In the Backwood Eating Mentos Smoke that loud like crescendos Rep the mob like Di Nero f**ing like a nympho Save her info like a hero Write you name on a bullet, she wrote my name on her dil*o Smoking on that k** though Got me happier than Gilmo' I'm in chill mode I'm in pill mode I just f**ed your f**ing ear hole [Interlude: Lil Wayne] No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings Yeah, two Yeah, two Holler at them b**hes, Lucci Lou [Verse 2: Lucci Lou] Give a f** about you haters More concerned with stacking papers Smoking bog and sipping Lakers Watch your girl ‘cause I can take her Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions With my n***as in this b**h They like "f** it Lucci, get em" I'm from that East side of New Orleans Polo T's and Jordans Where n***as dream to push foreigns And all the hoes want ballers I got the cheapest price on pearly white If you need it n***a just call us Long as you talking them dollars I got it n***a, just holler Still no job, b**h I ain't hurtin Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin" She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt She popped a bean, popping a**, can't keep it in her skirt I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, n***a, no ceilings [Verse 3: Turk] No ceilings b**h, like an astronaut Turk and Wayne back at it, n***a, we ain't gon' stop Thuggin' n***a, it's thug life, 2Pac My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime p**y n***a keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind f** you and your favors, know you see my grind I kicked the habit, never thought I could That sh** had me since fourteen I was shooting up n***a on tour, f**ing up my dreams f**ing off my green, f**ing off with these hoes Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows I'm back n***a, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat Tell you p**y n***as that slept on me "Hope you b**hes die in your sleep" Free my brother BG I'ma scream the sh** til he hit the streets Til my brother Ralo RIP I got the n***a that's on YNT [Outro: Turk] No ceilings, yeah, n***a, n***a No ceilings, yeah, f** with me it be a k**in' Yeah, Young Turk, n***a I'm Mister YNT, n***a