Lyrics Rock No Milly - Zone 2, Carns Hill, Kwengface

Rock No Milly

Ayy some gang shit
Ya nah how it gets
Ching man up for nuttin'
Pop organs and all sorts…
Shot in the face for banter
(the amount of money im gonna be makin g)
You remember the class right?
That told yall how to make it rain
That’s what im gonna be doing every single night
You know the rest man
You know how it gets man
Yo bro lemme just spazz dis wrap dis
12 bar quick
Active
Man get jacked like flap did
Me or Maxo slapped it
Cut through with Snoop or LR boo
See my young boys catting
Cut through with like shh dont panic
Ching xiao tryna leave man tragic ching
And I just step and flex
Do it two times how I done it already
See me with Max or P
In other words that’s jakes or Freddie
Really tryna leave man reddy
Man I just ching mans neck ching mans belly
Yo nigga fast slow nigga I’m in the cargo
.44s wham got it looking like Bravo
Bells come hot, got it coming like charcoal
Nigga had to shit, got me looking like an asshole
Nigga I be swinging lanes, face is bait
Still outside still things
Got a bad bitch she don’t know my name
I just want the pussy, see she just want the fame
Get rocked, no milly
Man just Bop no Diddy
Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun
Or man get bucked, no fiddy
And man’s talkin' that risky shit
I’m like really, really
Man can’t let them piglets in
Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny
Who’s that what’s that girl want sex
Man just flirt with a one two text
Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2
Furthermore man I get man wretched
Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2
Furthermore man I get man wretched
Run through thots
Get down opps
Lurk with shanks lurk with dots
Chest shot chings I do it alot
Taped off roads then back to the block
Got down soldiers we want the boss
Ching ching we don’t give a toss
Ghost his friend then laugh at his loss
Badders in Lewi badders in Coss'
Tryna take shots no sling
Leathers on plus my thing, rocks got put in cling
Metal in my hand no ting
Grab mans chain and ring
Kick down doors they sing
Kwengface strike, then put me on the wing
Splash man down then grin
Splash ching, splash splash ching
I rather just let man work and come back and rob it all after (take it)
Plug for the largest dippers don’t come and ask me for a charger (don't)
It’s chaos anytime I glide, I think I should call myself Karma
Don’t let me call my bruce Chin but big and tall but he’s marga (Trizzla)
Get rocked, no milly
Man just Bop no Diddy
Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun
Or man get bucked, no fiddy
And man’s talkin' that risky shit
I’m like really, really
Man can’t let them piglets in
Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny
Who’s that what’s that girl want sex
Man just flirt with a one two text
Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2
Furthermore man I get man wretched
Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2
Furthermore man I get man wretched