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[Chorus: Tyler Kinng]:
Pour that lean in a triple cup
My bitch went and bought a triple cup 
Now, this one I poured a plain
We made love on em xans

an opp go ghost call him Danny Phantom
Sacks full of xans you can
Call me Tyler Santa
On another planet, and I keep a cannon
If he want war
Sink his ship

Crew, ich brauch' keine Rekruten
(Huh) an meinem Fuß ist Tyler, ah
An der Sohle 'ne Blume, ah

Ich bin auf 'ner Xan, Gas in dem Juice
Rot, wie die Sohle

Party in den Hills (Ya ya)
Häng mit lil xan, doch glaub mir poppe no pills (Pop it)
Hundert dollar bills (Cash cash)
No cap shit, denke ich zurück

"Tyler he too menacing"

I take pills for my medicine
Xan Oxy Perc I just need anything
Bad Hispanic bitch she tellin' me she sing
Yeah I asked her where

yeah (We love you, Coz)

Fees got a tag like I'm working for Louis
I pop a Xan' like my hat got the Gucci
I keep a Drac' when I slide like I'm Toosie

yeah (We love you, Coz)

Fees got a tag like I'm working for Louis
I pop a Xan' like my hat got the Gucci
I keep a Drac' when I slide like I'm Toosie

giving feels of not caring
Badder it's in my head and I'ma share it
Tyler's on fire I set it with gas
Murdering people I met in the past
Purchased a lethal

in the back shooter on my left
Fuck the past bitch I'm tryna see whats next
Kennis do you want me can you even send a text?
Tyler you a bitch yeah I'm

Said we all go through it 
But you got keep moving 
I tried tell my niggas stop but they just keep shootin 
cin't no herro's(Tyler) in this shit they

take a step
Got one in the back, shooter on my left
Fuck the past bitch im tryna see whats next
Kennis do you want me, can you even send a text
Tyler you

of spinach
Pop a model 'till she waddle
Dropping Tyler off, damn
Light a flame, toss a Molotov
Drop it off then I Mazel Tov
Pop a whole god dang champagne

ain't ready for Tyler with the green hat!
They ain't ready for the Wang$ap, niggas!
Fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
We gon' die legends!

I hope

I feel like my name should be Tyler nigga
That nigga hit up my mans is he off of the xans well then he gettin bodied nigga
That little bitch is a fan

dumb on em
Young nigga count up go dead 
Xans Percocets to the head
Xans Percocets to the head 
Sipping on lean fuck the feds 

Watch buss down a couple

its jetlag
She gon fuck for two bags, but she get none its too bad
My bro caught him a few percs, and I'm stuck off these xans
Did this shit on our own,

them like who are you
Double that cause fattys coming in the fucking 202's
I'm popping perks but my shit just don't let me off
Popping xan's
Medicine

the profit, yeah
In that pussy I'm a problem, yeah
I go deep like Tyler Lockett, wait
Go deep like I'm on the Rockets, yeah
Beat it up no rocket socket, yeah

nigga tell me who they are
I'll call my niggas up we'll get the ammo out the garage
I went to tyler flipped a qp, got 2 of the same charge
Came back

I'm off the xans, I'm off the ecs
I'm off the super drugs
I robbed him once, I robbed him twice
I got a stupid plug
I'm off the acid at the pier,

idols man
Know I been on it man
Yeah bout a hunnid xans
All these bitches they going get it like I'm fucking like I'm
Running man
Imma bring it down

be talking so much kuk
Give a fuck, you must be jus, but hater step on up
The Creator but no Tyler gonna gage what I pluck
I'm gonna blow
Uh huh
We

the channel
Everybody fucking acts like a scandal
Put you in a box no flannel on my shirt
Tyler Brandon with the anthem
And the work go berserk
Better believe

Shout out Tyler he's the Creator
I dont fuck with 12 im not a baker  
Finna move out to cali 
Dont got the money but ill worry bout that latter  
Im