Half-A-Mill - Tony Fontana lyrics

[Hit-Boy:] Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah) Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah) In the Ashton getting head without askin’ I’m too much n***a rest in piece to ashton Two-twenty on the dash I bet you can’t catch me Bentley banded up Young Dizi Galepsi Jazzy with my ways free katana and champagne I did show the most love These n***as ain’t no good They talking big but it don’t mean nothing I’m just at the crib with yo hoe mean mugging Yeah, I’m in her face (true) And she making faces Yeah, I’m in her face (true) And she making faces Put my chain on her titties Get the picture taken Six A.m. back in the street to collect the payment Yeah f** a G.P.S I just take the cash route Tony Fontana n***a call me that now Stay with the bag like I’m taking trash out Yeah Trappin trappin trappin trappin out the gla** house Yeah Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah) Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah) [Dom Kennedy:] They gon’ talk about you anyway, f** em The Coliseum on my display And I was flyer then these n***as in the tenth grade Yeah Up at dulenz with the big plates With no publicist Pay for the WRL I be covered in Jazzy with my ways Straight tequila with champagne I did show the most love These n***as ain’t no good They talking money but I don’t see nuthin’ We be at the crib no phones no nuthin’ Either getting faced (true) Or I’m counting faces While I’m bumping face (true) Don’t get me mistaken Official westside n***a get your picture taken Up at serving spoon early off that turkey bacon, yeah f** that hollywood, I’m too hood with it Always been a standout, never been with the handouts I think I want my trap back Thirty shows living out my backpack, yeah Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Couldn’t tell you all the places I’ve trapped at (Yeah) Dipping down the backstreets Running through these bands Like a Trackmeet (Yeah) I think I want my Trap Back Made my first Million and I ain’t know how to act (Yeah)