Don't Milly Rock Lyrics - Yung Bans

I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah 

Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) 

I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap 

I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah 

Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) 

Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) 

We never run outta stock (yeah) 

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We never run outta stock, ayy, ayy 

Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) 

Fuck on that hoe, she a thot (thot) 

Hot box, straight up to the drop (top) 

Run it the second I get it, yah, yah 

We sendin' shots just a fifty, yah, yah, ayy 

Fuck her then nut on her titty, yah, yah, ayy 

Fuck her then bust on her titty, yah, yah, ayy 

Like how I run through the beat 

All of my niggas, they with me 

Run along we keep it clean 

Run on we keep it 

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I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah 

Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) 

I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap 

I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah 

Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) 

Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) 

We never run outta stock (yeah) 

Hold up 

Drop top, skrrt skrrt 

But that girl needs a visa 

First class, I splurge 

All the way from Argentina 

Milly Rock, hide ya safe 

The pots, the rocks, and all the Rafs 

Alexander, he wack 

Your my journey, keys and my half 

My Beemer race and go fast 

Tay-K, my life is on blast 

Hold up, switch the payment 

Dat boy's about to be famous 

Those songs I wrote in my basement 

No Milly Rock and no paper 

I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah 

Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) 

I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap 

I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh 

Ridin' around with no top, ayy, 

fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah 

Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) 

Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) 

We never run outta stock (yeah)