Mitch - Jil Sanders lyrics

[Verse] Put them clips in her clit It's the M.I.L.F f**ing clique Tell her clap your damn heels b**h Dark and cane split Goth Money Records 'til his posse gettin' rich Hit a fertilizer blunt, smoke loud as the sh**s Stay away from cops, feed slop to the pigs Stressed off the cigs, bullet split your b**h wig Burglar bar dose, tell 'em trappin' ain't dead 'Til the rum turn red, swear we all about the chips Slice a loaf of bread for the homies that's legit You ain't down with the squad, you could kick a damn brick Throw you in the ocean, let you talk to the fish The bluest they can bite me, tell em chew it, thats my dick [?] coupe, that's the hoopty, paid in full, not the movie Leap six degrees, old people call it groovy Stacks not snacks, either stupid or they Scooby Why your b**h wanna do me, put condoms on that Uzi Loser please lose me, lost myself in the soup I get money for that cruel, fly sh** before you knew When they see me in the streets, trill g's know who It's Navy Blue fool, these n***as ain't cool b**h you ain't cool, trill g's know who What type of n***as go and slander Jil Sanders M.I.L.F motherf**ers, militant as Blank Panthers Flick the wrong pic and your camera catch cancer f** my old b**h, when she called I didn't answer Lip stick rings on my dick, I'm not married Rushin' into Pakistan, the terrorist posse's back again Extended clips, and acronyms that blow you out your socks and Timbs n***a get some stock in them Stock in who? b**h please You could eat a dick for free, I'm tryna keep my pockets green Navy blue windbreaker steez, hit the slope on skis Brain matter on my sleeve when I f**in' sneeze Frontal lobes, been around the globe, you don't know 'bout me The sh** I seen, most n***as can't ABC I get the C.R.E.A.M, cash rules everything Make a stack, got blunts rollin' everywhere I don't care if you think you rare, I'm hella [?] These n***as ain't cool, b**h you ain't cool Trill g's know who, it's Navy Blue fool