Lyrics:
knowing Jesus' worth
They call me William at birth
Tyrone got plugged in the middle
Birth place was Alaska
Yeah you heard me Alaska
Birth date now I have
seein' them out, I just ugh
Don't got shit to say to you niggas
In the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no
taste if you like me
Suns out guns down I don't like beef
So It's T O S on a nice beat
Making sure the drop supreme, I'm a hypebeast
Make sure them man
that Barney shit (that Barney shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (that corny shit, ew)
Made so many songs, I could make
in the city
Still keep a stick in case it get sticky
Ah
Girl you gone make me blow a bag
When I kill that thing I ain't gone wear a mask
A boss
in the city
Still keep a stick in case it get sticky
Ah
Girl you gone make me blow a bag
When I kill that thing I ain't gone wear a mask
A boss
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
motherfuckin' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til
The motherfuckin' lights on
This ain't a dick
This a motherfuckin' python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You
Let me explain somethin' to you
When I say I'm really like that
What I mean is
I'm the culture (Gangsta)
What I've continuously given to the game
fishing
Oh yeah and Taylor got married
But I know you ain't miss it
You watching our every move
I know you close by
I’m gonna be okay but I’m gonna forever
think I love? None of 'em
If a husband is what you want, I'm not that guy
You wanna get your back broke, come on by
You want a nigga to cuddle? Come
Macklemore
Or I wanna be Eminem
Well if I'm the new Em, my
Bitch is the new Kim, yeah
And I guess that'd make you
Carbon coby Poppa Doc always on fire
Watch
I’m a bad dude
Check your attitude
Making mad moves
Longitude, latitude
It’s a cold world Tyrone’s Jacket fool,
Holler at me I could show you
got no business even fuckin' with no microphones
So yo, it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make
Shut down the play with a pass interference
Son I got love for Tyrone briggs
But that ugly motherfucker owes me bread
Cause I wrote half of Tyrone shit
sight beyond sight
I yell out Ho, here comes my bros, we straight bulldoze
Ya team's exposed I do em Uncle Richard Jr. style
Bitch you wanna go night
Got
ass shit for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this,
But, I'm finally realizing you're not her
And she's got talent, grace, and pride
But she'll never notice me
I'd be forever by her side
I've got
once, make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin'
It's the big boy, you know what I paid for it
And I got the pedal to the metal
Got you
when I tell her I got to go
Know you can't call on me lil bitch, I'm not Tyrone
Niggas is hot, like I hit the spaceship
And got powers with my gang,
my nutsack
I think he's finally lost his mind
He made this country singer cry
I'd love to smash Taylor's vagina
She's over eighteen years, alright?
haircut looks like my nutsack (Eww)
I think he's finally lost his mind
He made this country singer cry
I'd love to smash Taylor's vagina
She's over
Yeah, you hear that?
It's paper (Glitch realm)
'Bout paper, get your money man!
Get yours
Lay up, if you wanted me, I'm 6 o'clock
That mean I
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