Wheels Like Hill

Ill's my skill
 Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)
 Kill my chill
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Wheels like Hill (wheels)
 Wheels like HIll (wheels)
 Wheels like Hill (get gone)
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Got wheels like Hill on her
 Ran so far away now I'm Bill Croner
 I appeal to the mill, tryna steal
 Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I'm bout to peel on ya
 (Pewm)
 Like I got a rocket in my pocket
 Doing me wrongs while getting gone is the topic
 Stop it, you ain't gotta lie Craig
 I know the woman wanna be sinning cause of my bread
 That's cool, I was the man even at school
 Fast shoes yes I been winning before the tattoos
 Way before my cash grew, I was dodging the fake
 It is not a mistake
 If you faulty I gotta skate, wait
 Ill's my skill
 Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)
 Kill my chill
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Wheels like Hill (wheels)
 Wheels like HIll (wheels)
 Wheels like Hill (get gone)
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Ready set go-o-o
 Little work but feeling creds, know-o-o
 Everybody see my check grow-o-o
 So come a gold digger I'ma get low-o-o-o-o
 Speed racer, believe I'ma erase ya
 If you a cheese chaser and not a glee maker
 Nigga please is what I feed faker
 She take a L to the hell I wouldn't pay ya to be my leave raker
 I ain't running because I'm scared of you honey
 Running for happy 'cause you was always aware of new money
 And that's cold like blue bunny
 So from you I gotta shake
 Girl ya traits ain't too great
 Too late, I gotta brake, wait
 Ill's my skill
 Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)
 Kill my chill
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Wheels like Hill (wheels)
 Wheels like HIll (wheels)
 Wheels like Hill (get gone)
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 I rock with too few, I blocks a new boo
 Specially if she running with a prostitute crew
 Gots to lose you 'cause thots are boo-boo
 Poopoohead, she's a poopy face, a caca poo-poo
 If she come and try to get my money
 I'ma say the stuff to make her eyes runny
 A bitch'll get nothing but straight lies from me
 Wanna get with me 'cause they don't wanna die bummy
 I got it and I ain't giving nothing to y'all man
 I do the opposite of run the small pace
 Seein' nothing but dirt spun in y'all face
 Got it but I ain't even begun to ball, wait
 Ill's my skill
 Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)
 Kill my chill
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
 Wheels like Hill (wheels)
 Wheels like HIll (wheels)
 Wheels like Hill (get gone)
 So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)