[Intro] Millz with another one [Hook] I be beamin’ in a Beamer Get a little cold, so I carry a heater Heard you wanna meet her This one Nina, that one Peter Nina the eater, but Peter the sleeper Just in case, I got the cleaver choppin up wit Grim, been dancin’ with the reaper Bad bitch goth, yeah, she a keeper Black nails sharp, scratchin’ up the speaker Rockstar shit, I aint no preacher I be too far gone up off the meter Two cups down, burnin’ like a fever Black hat, tatts, red stains on the sneakers Hands up, off came the T-shirt fucked up, still land on my feet first She said, “Millz, you always make bad shit seem worse” [Verse 1] I don’t duck smoke, I’m a sleeper Quiet all week, woke up a creature Purple in my cup, got me stuck in a feature She say, “that hoe bad, you better delete her” I be beamin’ in a Beamer Eyes real low, fit look cleaner Bad bitch ask if I really wanna keep her I said, “don’t get close, Its codine season” I be too gone, still leanin’ Red eyes, and I still see demons I don’t talk much, I mean it Fuck fake love, don’t need it team cold, whole gang anemic pain in my chest, so the cup stay bleedin’ She said, “Millz, you kinda been tweakin’” I said, “fuck it, ima keep leanin’” I been outside with a mean face Bad bitch, she like a speed chase don’t slow down, just cheat fate skin soft with a sweet taste Sharp turn, made her knees shake she want more but im a cheapskate we left marks on a cheap date Told her, “hold on, keep pace" [Hook] I be beamin’ in a Beamer Get a little cold, so I carry a heater Heard you wanna meet her This one Nina, that one Peter Nina the eater, but Peter the sleeper Just in case, I got the cleaver choppin up wit Grim, been dancin’ with the reaper Bad bitch goth, yeah, she a keeper Black nails sharp, scratchin’ up the speaker Rockstar shit, I aint no preacher I be too far gone up off the meter Two cups down, burnin’ like a fever Black hat, tatts, red stains on the sneakers Hands up, off came the T-shirt fucked up, still land on my feet first She said, “Millz, you always make bad shit seem worse” [Verse 2] They hear my cadence, can’t catch where it landed Try steal sauce, they got caught red handed I set pace, they trip where I stand in 902 make waves, left ’em stuck stranded They act big till the name drop Ego dip when the weight pop Pride cracked when the face lock All front turn to straight shock They want my lane, better learn how to steer Too much bite, put a crack in the sneer I came up, now the marks too clear They play tough, but the fears in gear I don’t chase shine, I make heat from hate Wanna throw shots, but they aim too late Bad luck came with a sharp-ass blade Smile cut deep when the mood get strange Forever 902, got stuck in the game They want my spot, but can’t carry the name I built this shit with a scar and a stain Came back worse, now they stay in they lane I been him, no switch in the posture They bite style, get sick from the offer I don’t chase rank, im flying in a saucer Same snakes watch when the drop get proper im a bully double-crosser rob his ass throw em in a locker Talk loud, get clipped by the timing Millz don’t blend, I break shit rhyming Write too sharp, leave cuts in the lining They want hits, hear the whole track climbing [Hook] I be beamin’ in a Beamer Get a little cold, so I carry a heater Heard you wanna meet her This one Nina, that one Peter Nina the eater, but Peter the sleeper Just in case, I got the cleaver choppin up wit Grim, been dancin’ with the reaper Bad bitch goth, yeah, she a keeper Black nails sharp, scratchin’ up the speaker Rockstar shit, I aint no preacher I be too far gone up off the meter Two cups down, burnin’ like a fever Black hat, tatts, red stains on the sneakers Hands up, off came the T-shirt fucked up, still land on my feet first She said, “Millz, you always make bad shit seem worse”
