Like I'm Tony
Tilly
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(Hmm hmm hmm hmm) (Hmm hmm hmm hmm) Aye it's tilly, yo This one for all these ni**as I know that's gone come back around once a ni**a blow F*ck y'all, let's rock Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw) Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self) I done earned my stripes, I'm a tiger, I'm a ref (stripe me ni**a) Don't think you a trophy, boy I leave you on the shelf Tilly come straight outta Texas, I'm reckless Rope chain like a noose on my neck, on my necklace Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris (I don't fit in with y'all) 15s in the trunk and they got the block hectic I need me them Franklins and you gone respect it I'm cooking n putting in work like I'm Geoffrey Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk) I got my mind on my money (the gwalla) No apple, but these ni**as phony (bitch) On top, you bitch ni**as below me (bitch) I call up yo girl she gone blow me (she sucky, she sucky) She telling me she miss the old me (she do) Then I go and f*ck on her homie (I do) And now she act like she don't know me (she do) I'm so official, cleaner than a whistle Tilly be sweeping yo team with them bristles Sweeping these teams like how Gregg Popovich do World War II flow, yeah my lyrics are missiles I got on my futures (I got em on) Y'all ni**as know I'm the future (y'all know I am) I cut off my dreads, I gotta temp fade Now it ain't no more young medusa (versace) My look is Stone Cold (bitch) Check out the flame, I'm a stunna (flame) Whipping that H, I ain't talking no hummer But I kill the game like a hunter (I'm hurting you ni**as) I'm hot as the summer, but cold as the winter, and swear Tilly ain't no beginner If I pick this pen up, my lyrics will end you, and flush yo career Now you down in the sewer, no master splinter Roll up ninja turtle in my Java Dutch Grind 'til I got it then that's not enough (it's not) This bread in my pocket like weed in my system And I'm high as f*ck like what's up Captain Kirk (I'm burning them trees) My girlfriend so down for the cause, gotta strap on my hip, gotta strap in her purse Naw we ain't crazy, but if they start busting, Mr and Mrs smith, we go berserk Bust it 3x like its beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice Get us some lime and some bleach, just to clean up the scene And make sure they don't see the proof (F*ck 12, they ain't catching me) Then cop us a foreign, to chop off the top, and pull off Be like naw we don't need a roof (we don't need it) I know she the 1, so if that mean she Steph, guess that mean I'm Klay I'll be the 2 (and I'm shooting too) For the real ones that know that Tilly be that guy Roll up the pack and put it in the sky Make sure your eyes look like a DUI Your cologne is the kush, and your flame on 1000 (flame) Remember them ni**as, they was steady doubting (they was) Told em to check me out and they was clowning (ha ha ha ha) Bet when them ni**as see me and I'm shining They ask me for autographs and Ima sign em And tell em y'all Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw) Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self) I done earned my stripes, I'm a tiger, I'm a ref (stripe me ni**a) Don't think you a trophy, boy I leave you on the shelf Tilly come straight outta Texas, I'm reckless Rope chain like a noose on my neck, on my necklace Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris (I don't fit in with y'all) 15s in the trunk and they got the block hectic I need me them Franklins and you gone respect it I'm cooking n putting in work like I'm Geoffrey Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk) I got my mind on my money (the gwalla) No apple, but these ni**as phony (bitch) On top, you bitch ni**as below me (bitch) I call up yo girl she gone blow me (she sucky, she sucky) She telling me she miss the old me (she do) Then I go and f*ck on her homie (I do) And now she act like she don't know me (she do) Its Xero, I'm back on the beat, know my lyrics be packing that heat (they packing, they packing) And if he come backwards at me, then the bang from my strap on repeat Y'all know that I'm back on my shit, like the retros that be back on my feet (they fresh) Shawty told me that she so glad to meet me in person, that she throwing that ass at me And I'm looking like whoa there (whoa) She be at my shows like promoters (she do) She ride the dick, she gotta motor (ha ha ha ha) She up and down like roller coasters (she ride it, she ride it) I heard these ni**as love how my name taste But I promise they don't wanna go there (I promise they don't) I cock my 9, I call it that Tony Parker, when it hit you, feeling like his floater It's leaving you wet That's what happens when, with me, you in debt When you get paid, you pay me my respects Or seeing me like a fresh chain, how I'm putting this heat to yo neck, no need for your vest They bitching, complaining like they PMS And i'm saying me, but my team leave you blessed Relieving your stress, they go BOW, now in pieces you rest (Rest in peace lil ni**a)
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Written by: Terrance Thomas, Terrance Thomas II
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