Lyrics Rotten Milk - Milkavelli, sumgii

Rotten Milk

Well you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk
It’s your choice (cuz that’s the deal muthafucka) shit
And what’s real you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk
Regardless of that name I pop pills
Had a scottish bitch but that pussy got kilt
And put that in your bagpipe and smoke it
While I put this in my crack pipe, I’m joking
Moving like Sway Jones' name, notice I’m sloaking
Sniffin' cocaine to the sounds of Beethoven
Like what’s real
Well I’m real grovy road a bucket hat in school before Q B
Smoked a QP from Q.P.
to Q.C.
to Q. B
Sniff lines and the skip the que b shit
Better act like it’s my birthday night
Like need a whole guestlist for my first name right
I want my cake in a reserved space
And I just watch the Friday trilogy on Thursday night shit
And that’s real
(That's real muthafucka)
You can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk shit (Cuz that’s the deal muthafucka)
And what’s real (what's real muthafucka)
Truth is you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk shit (And that’s the deal
muthafucka)
Listen like
My life a movie reel, but it’s actually real
Like fuck an acting deal
I’m trippin' on the hill, like Jack and Jill
Heard she had got a stack of bills so yo I’m jackin' Jill
Huh
And whats real, well I’ve been real ill
Been the real deal since deal real
I’m in a rave drunk like ill Will shit (Rest in peace to ill Will)
Huh
And girl part from them titties what’s real
I cop a feel cuz them shits magic like Copperfield shit
I hope these girls on the pill, couple oxycontin pills
I’ve been off like rotten milk
I was taking molly in the Hollywood Hills
Me and Supa should have probably got killed
Orange Seville
I got the lean in the bottle of lilt
Finna sniff a brick like it’s Nokia built shit
And that’s real
And that’s real muthafucka
You can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk
Cuz that’s my name muthafucka