🎵 Magnolia // by SMB

1 ContributorMagnolia Lyrics [Intro] Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? [Chorus: Playboi Carti] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (What) And I'm on the block (What, what, what) And I'm on the block (What) In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?) hide it in my sock (What) Hide it in my sock (What) selling that re-rock (What, what, what, what, what) In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Used to sell re-rock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] I get money, money, money motherfucker like I'm Jordan It's the nigga flyin' foreign, make your bitches not important Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden Know you niggas can't afford it And these bitches can't ignore me I did shit like dory, I'm with some white shorty And the bitch is like forty, she singing Mike Shorey In the port loose ridin' out the Porsche coupe glidin' If you try me nigga I be off the Porsche through slidin' It's just me and lil' Aggy, Portuguese lil' baddie Pourin' drink off in the soda, puttin' weed off in the baggy I be off in the caddie with a freak that's off a addy Tryin' fuck me to the beat is like the beat is off badly Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning Them boys diss me in the night, I get 'em clapped by the morning Got the money clubbin' on the dollar stackin' and joinin' In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool bitch with me This never slackin' or borin', never lackin' I'm blowin' And any niggas try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us [Chorus: Playboi Carti] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (What) And I'm on the block (What, what, what) And I'm on the block (What) In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?) hide it in my sock (What) Hide it in my sock (What) selling that re-rock (What, what, what, what, what) In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Used to sell re-rock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5' 9"] Every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect He got disrespected in the hood and he just set When I bought my white Corvette it touched my mother's heart When I stepped on the pedal the pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx Called Delano up, turned the rally stripes to fucking art Then introduced my son to Teyana Taylor at Rucker Park Look, fag, this BE4, I don't have no E-G-O You don't want no static eh, y'all should have your TV low Y'all the fakes, these are the breaks, y'all the cast of CB4 Am I an underground artist? No, I'm completely low I'm so low I could sell this booth as my new cellar I could sell a Jewish fella suit to a shrewd tailor Who better? I can sell a shovel to the Devil Then turn around and I can sell the scoop to a newsletter Feeling like God only kicked Moses on the snare Allah on the flyer and this bitch emoting on a prayer Fuck these labels, fuck you label hoes focused on despair Fuck radio, I'm already floating on the air I ain't here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead These fans are programmed to change and forget In this white man's world I'm just a black who ain't in the red Who hasn't had a hat he can hang on regret Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect Who has a rather insane intellect I would rather ride a train to success That's plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress Maybe I'm Red, maybe I'm Meth, maybe I'm less Maybe I'm crazy like Macy Gray, baby, I'm blessed The hoes praising me like maybe I'm next 'Cause I'm wavy, my flow Avion wet I'm so amazing, I'm Jay Z, I'm Treach I'm feeling like KRS in the flesh (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (What) And I'm on the block (What, what, what) And I'm on the block (What) In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?) hide it in my sock (What) Hide it in my sock (What) selling that re-rock (What, what, what, what, what) In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Used to sell re-rock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, in New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I *blatttt!* Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked Yeah, Stunna number blocked This New Orleans milly rock, let 'em milly rock Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not, brrrr Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox I did a show with Ja (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock They threw me in the box, eight months tops Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop The bitches' drawers gon' drop and then the calls gon' drop Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah And all of these bitches got ass, how did they get it so fast? They ain't have that in the past, I still smash In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia [Chorus] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block And I'm on the block In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Hide in my sock, selling that re-rock What, what, what, what, what In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Use to sell re-rock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps, you know what I'm sayin'? [Outro] Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!