Tangotalk

Sheesh What’s poppin my n!gga? You back again my G? Hell yeah, it’s colder than a motherfu*ker out here That’s facts Why don’t you give a n!gga a jacket or something one time? You deadass? Hell yeah I’m deadass n!gga! Nah this OD Nah it is tho, for real I’ma see you later n!gga Aight, Ima see ya Yeah, Momma said \”you was too nice\” And I replied that’s the way I write momma They took it to the net wit it And now it’s on site/sight momma Take a look at how I’m still being polite momma I do this cos I know it’s ain’t no fight momma I know these lil n!ggas really need trainin What’s at the end of the tunnel? Oh it’s light/Lyt momma Still couldn’t see me on your best day Do this s*it on wax, it be the best way Fingers twisted stompin with my squad boy We’ll break bones if you try X Ray/x-ray I see to you n!ggas this is no game We don’t need no gas but get a propane When we thinking fly we thinking spirits Since your lil man out there s*it is so lame All we get is typin in these comment sections Instafeeders – get back to the ramen/rhymin sections Oh you know what I do n!gga! I’m gon get back to the rhymin section! It’s ya birthday! They had a party for you on ya birthday Look at what you started all because your birthday My n!gga we don’t give a fu*k about your birthday! I’m deadass! I had to get my focus free! This how it’s supposed to be Love for anybody who ain’t close to me Death to who wasn’t. You’re now watching the best who does this I guess it’s all over jealousy. I became what you could never be The nicest. And while you n!ggas cherish me There’s not comparing me to none of y’all. one of y’all say my name And I’ll get to sonning / sunning y’all for daring me Apparently lined – you n!ggas sound dumb! …One of my lines your whole album! Up to space he go! We sure with infinity nines on my side to go the ratio Made 200 mil before I had a deal off a 20k e-mail list That’s by a steal My hustle an Infinity Boulder! Bank account like a serial code You n!ggas eat ya cereal cold! Silver spoon n!ggas gon feel ya doom. Von Doom. Figure I’m fine tuned, but never drawn My mind groomed with every simile. You kiddin me? This could be a No Fly Zone. Literally. But my guy cool It’s kinda cold on that side, I’ll bite you like a Haichu, HIYUU! I know it’s been an issue with my side-shooters Past beef led to some Odd Futures. I’m deadass! I had to get my focus free! This how it’s supposed to be (YHRR!) Love for anybody who ain’t close to me Death to who wasn’t. You’re now watching the best who does this I’m deadass! It’s ya birthday! They had a party for you on ya birthday Look at what you started all because your birthday My n!gga we don’t give a fu*k about your birthday! The feelings still Eerie. They was right You wanna be those n!ggas I hope you hear me clearly No editing, I’m just a Westside gunner, the flow credited With the cons and the pros of your settlement to peddle s*it I wish a n!gga would boy! I’m too good boy! Get his butter scuffed see the margorine off? (Mud ran off?) You mad at Ken? You a Barbie Doll! I send a rec n!gga down, I sent him to the laundry mom! Not a n!gga in the top 100 could stop me from runnin! The Juggernaut of the BX! I walk through the barrel like, \”that’s your GOAT? Well he next.\” Off with his head, n!gga lets rock. I’m cookin in Brooklyn. But who the best opp? Slick rick the only ruler that manouver I been doin this since you was in the school bus. Quit playin / Kid play n Get a box off Top. We drop the box off the yacht The police might need scuba gear like the new ruler here They ain’t achieved none of the stuff I’ve accomplished I made it out from where nothin was promised Shot my own videos. Code my own s*it. I made my own beat Golly I get loose and prove I’ll body a producer a too I’m two for two. With nothin to prove, you n!ggas think it’s bout views I ain’t made an album in 8 years And 7 of them I been on a cruise. Makin billionaire moves At the top linin food Oh, we bout to have a party, a party, party? And you was at the party? To \”party, party\”? Scraping and scrambling. Oh let me cook the apron is madness You scrimmage and we gon break you. You’re practice. S*it gon get reals! I would apologise for Big But that was some s*it that ya’ll mess did. They let the lie out Nothin I should be shy bout …wasn’t you at the HoneyCombe Hideout? I’m deadass! I had to get my focus free! This how it’s supposed to be Love for anybody who ain’t close to me Death to who wasn’t. You’re now watching the best who does this I’m deadass!. YHRR lyrics – Daylyt : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com