Used To

Think It's A Game

DJ Lavish Lee

Yeah, ayy, uh

Yeah

Look, the way that ice wrapped 'round my wrist

You'd think my **** hurt

Remember sellin' dimebags for a nickel

If they ain't from over here

You know bro 'nem might strip them

Could you believe I came up rappin' on instrumentals?

One hand on my pistol, money on my mental

I like b*tches with dimples, with piercings in their nipples

Smoke a zip with Milk Dud, then eat you like a Milk Dud

B*tch, I need my d*ck rubbed, then you just might get up

Remember trappin' in them hallways just to get up

Now my house got long hallways and elevators

Yeah, we used to hit **** up, used to get your **** tucked

Look, thought we weren't gon' pull up (Yeah)

Now you ****** shook up (Yeah)

Used to wonder how a million dollars feel

Now my mama got a million dollar crib

Look, used to see where we grew up

Used to dream, Martin Luther

Sing to her like I'm Luther, growin' pain, but we grew up

Know they hatin', we gon' do us, at The Flame at like two somethin'

Know we came with 'bout two somethin', Glock 40, I got two of 'em

My palms itchin' too, mom, I went and got my crew some

On a lot of pain pills, man, I swear I'm too numb, yeah

Stiff on a b*tch, on my d*ck she left her lipstick

Whole lot of drank, we on meds like I'm too sick

Shout out Gudda, b*tch, we goin' in like it's past six

Try and take, three, two, one, blast it

I got a b*tch in south Florida, she get nasty

I ain't gon' lie, she too fire, she do mad tricks

And when we fly, when we land, we do mansion (We got paper now, *****)

Private party, you can't even get your man in

Girl, why you teasin'? Why you sleepin' with your panties?

Girl, I'm tryna eat you, tryna treat you like some candy

Look, treat you like we married (Stop playin')

And yeah, that dress looks good

But even better when you ain't wearin' it

Uh, used to wonder how a million dollars feel

Now my mama got a million dollar crib

Look, used to see where we grew up

All my life, **** been screwed up

Court cases, they locked Ju up

Free Canon and Lil' Q-Dog

They court and he gon' do y'all

I can't keep missin' their calls

Gotta get 'em a new phone

I pray that they all call home

Give a f*ck

Give a f*ck

I swear I can't wait 'til we ain't gotta hurt no more

Oh, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Used to wonder how a million dollars feel

Now my mama got a million dollar crib (Million dollar crib)

We made it, made it far

They never knew that we had it in our heart

Used to wonder how a million dollars feel