Rotten Milk - Milkavelli, sumgii

Well you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk

It’s your choice (cuz that’s the deal muthafucka) shit

And what’s real you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk

Regardless of that name I pop pills

Had a scottish bitch but that pussy got kilt

And put that in your bagpipe and smoke it

While I put this in my crack pipe, I’m joking

Moving like Sway Jones' name, notice I’m sloaking

Sniffin' cocaine to the sounds of Beethoven

Like what’s real

Well I’m real grovy road a bucket hat in school before Q B

Smoked a QP from Q.P.

to Q.C.

to Q. B

Sniff lines and the skip the que b shit

Better act like it’s my birthday night

Like need a whole guestlist for my first name right

I want my cake in a reserved space

And I just watch the Friday trilogy on Thursday night shit

And that’s real

(That's real muthafucka)

You can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk shit (Cuz that’s the deal muthafucka)

And what’s real (what's real muthafucka)

Truth is you can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk shit (And that’s the deal

muthafucka)

Listen like

My life a movie reel, but it’s actually real

Like fuck an acting deal

I’m trippin' on the hill, like Jack and Jill

Heard she had got a stack of bills so yo I’m jackin' Jill

Huh

And whats real, well I’ve been real ill

Been the real deal since deal real

I’m in a rave drunk like ill Will shit (Rest in peace to ill Will)

Huh

And girl part from them titties what’s real

I cop a feel cuz them shits magic like Copperfield shit

I hope these girls on the pill, couple oxycontin pills

I’ve been off like rotten milk

I was taking molly in the Hollywood Hills

Me and Supa should have probably got killed

Orange Seville

I got the lean in the bottle of lilt

Finna sniff a brick like it’s Nokia built shit

And that’s real

And that’s real muthafucka

You can call me Milk, Oliver or Don Silk

Cuz that’s my name muthafucka