SHABANOV, Milli on - Патрики
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I’m rolling out to Patriki
Checking out my kicks—my Varikis
The girls are blowing up balloons
The boys are strung-out junkies
Wigs
And all that other fake shit
Your girl claims she’s a virgin
Mine just say, "Welcome"
It’s a Cosa Nostra family
I’m the best here—the only one better is me
Region 22—fuck the law
Who gives a damn about the law when anything goes, boys?
A couple of calls, and we tracked your location
Digital coins are dropping into my wallet
Air suspension on my ride—my chariot
You thought my singing days were over?
Apple Music just caught a fresh drop
The bass is blowing out your Harman Kardon
I’m firing rounds into the air—loving every shot
My black rims
Are gonna pin you up against me—way too close
I’m outrunning the cops—my ride is in the danger zone—ahhh!

I’m rolling out onto Lenin Ave, just like I’m at Patriki
Pedal to the metal, riding low on static drop suspension
I roll down the window—don’t be a square—listen to my jam
Blasting it loud, just to spite everyone else

We’re moving fast—you’re in the danger zone
Get over to the right lane—you’re driving like a taxi hack
Say "three hundred"—and yeah, I’m no barista
Finish this phrase—in the style of an activist

Let’s play Twister—but I’m no MrBeast
You’re looking for gifts—but I’m no activist
I’m no guitarist—just young, fresh, and sharp as a whistle
Two controllers in my hands—partially clean, for now


Talk to me—tell me everything—ooh
Capture it all at full speed
Hold onto your hair
My tires are leaving skid marks
My moves leave you with memories
A credit card and two lines
We were searching for a pure high
But it was inside us all along
We stole a killer vibe
It’s not football, but I’m making a pass
To a life of freedom
All your little wants are fulfilled with ease
Like a grizzly bear cub
My platinum chains are glinting Grizzlies
Platinum Records
You think climbing out of a rock-bottom like this takes luck?
That’s the word today.
That’s the news.