New Fangs (feat. Imnotmelrose)

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Troy Acres

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Troy and Bisco on the promenade destroying shit no phenomenon
What is one shot to a rocket launch
Dropping heat waves on your area
Armed and we strong arming storming your Häagen-Dazs
Beat in y'all face, and y'all fake, like at ComicCon
Sun in my palm like Apollo, I'm prodigal
Prolly a prodigy, urban boy genius anomaly
Wait
Dirty boy wonder, not robbin' me
Wait
ponder if poppy is proud of me
Wait
Pocketing all of this shit with my grip on my chips
And it's lit, on my tip, and she licking her lips, cause I earned it
Scotti he speeding up, rubber he burning
Pockets ballooning, she ooing for Sherman
Dropping these beats in a tomb, I'm determined
B-I-S-C On your head like a turban

Aye
My nigga we not the same
I'm in and out of my lane
Cannot be boxed or be tamed
Need lil mama with fangs
Bust through the zip and the Hanes

Aye
My nigga we not the same
I'm in and out of my lane
Cannot be boxed or be tamed
Need lil mama with fangs
Bust through the zip and the Hanes

Walk in that bitch i got money on me
Come get your bitch before I call the police
She sit on that dick yeah she gon take a seat
I told that bitch step up her head like some feet
Biscotti don't study but bitch I be geeked
Off of the edible I be so sleep
I'm back on that bullshit young Scottie Pippen
Taking them drugs for nutrition
She think she special but I already hit it
I'm having this money whenever
I'm having this pussy whenever
I just throw on Versace shit like its normal
Bitch I'm the shit where the Charmin
I'm pissed I spilled drink on my garments
The fucked up shit that I did years ago
I'm still dealing with the karma
She think she special I think she retarded
I used to be high in school yeah
Now my hundreds is blue like Corbin yeah
I left that little bitch on red
But my favorite color is green
I just left Bank of America
Your bitch give me mouth I'm not lyrical
I wish a nigga would try me or somebody in my circle
If he disrespect the principals we suspend his ass like Urkel
Nine in my pocket and I'll heat it up like Digornio
I hope you do the right thing like a journal

Aye
My nigga we not the same (Oh)
I'm in and out of my lane (Oh)
Cannot be boxed or be tamed (Oh)
Need lil mama with fangs (Oh)
Bust through the zip and the Hanes (Ooohhh)

Aye
My nigga we not the same
I'm in and out of my lane
Cannot be boxed or be tamed
Need lil mama with fangs
Bust through the zip and the Hanes

Yearn for the life that I knew as a youth
Everything gone, just a chimp in a zoo
Turned to a jungle they hoping I
Loose
Hoping I crumble, they hoping I fall
Mope when I run, and go straight through they walls
All outta patience, they knew I was raw
Not saying we cool, we the pick of the draw
We picking on pricks, cause they made outta straw
Not saying I won't, not saying I kill
But if Scotti say, "Troy pull the trigger" on any these monkey ass
Tree leaping, vine swinging niggas
Just know that I... know that I

Aye
My nigga we not the same
I'm in and out of my lane
Cannot be boxed or be tamed
Need lil mama with fangs
Bust through the zip and the Hanes

Aye
My nigga we not the same
I'm in and out of my lane
Cannot be boxed or be tamed
Need lil mama with fangs
Bust through the zip and the Hanes

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