Old td's (feat. Tyie2x)

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(Yeah)
Live street record shit
Two times, tyie
You already know how the f*ck we coming
Got the kid feelin' crispy, I got K's on my feet
I ain't talkin' thousand dollars, got this new ARP
I'm 5'11 in the trap, can get the whole city reached
This ain't a chrome desert eagle, this a Glock 23
Heard the police on the block, tell them put the fiends up
I don't got a 9-5, I hit the plug and Re-up
You couldn't make it in the streets, you didn't put them G's up
This ain't even how you get it, this is just a pre-cut
On some regular, I ain't even really slick talkin
I been runnin' to the money, bitch, I don't do walkin
I ain't trippin' on nobody, get him gone, I got options
Say he do it by his shit, then let me know what's the costin
Haven't been asleep a couple months, I'm still not exhausted
I keep a blick before some cash because I've always been a target
I'm on a different planet smokin' three fives, I'm a Martian
I can't send no lonely pie and drink, I need a carton
I blew like a rack
I blew like a rack worth the sales, I make the song
I'm like a Jew with these racks, cause you know my money long
Move a bird of that white, yeah, I know what's really wrong
I like blue bens, cause that shit feel so right
I blew a rack on my tat and I stood there all night
But I make two off everything I sell in a day
I don't sell blues, cause them feds would be really on my ass
I smoke gas, I remember sellin' weed up in my class
They were shocked when I peed up in the cup and it passed
I make stacks, but I never sold a gram of that crack
I make racks off the ten pies, yeah, we call it a pack
I put 30 in my drake, I put 30 in my Mac
I got a 50 cal sniper, spit your ass right up in half
I got a pit bull, that eat your ass when I say attack
I got 20k right now, I could pull it out in cash
Anything I ever took a loss on, I got it back
I ain't worried bout a nigga, once again I got a strap
I got two glickies on my waist, I won't put it in my bag
Man, these blickies make it heavy, why you think I always sag
He ain't really on the block, like he sayin', just throw the rag
I won't buy it from the store, if I can't take off the tag
Real life, call of duty, catch him with a 60 mag
If they play with Lil' Tyie, they gon' get the 60's mad
If the feds raid my
If the feds raid my ass, then you know I'm really fucked
You want my attention, then you gotta bring at least 100 bucks
Did it 200 times, so you know I'm 20 up
I need syrup, so you know I gotta call ground up
I'm mixing liquor with the perk and it's hurting up my gut
I'm mixing women with the liquor and I'm slapping on her butt
I made more than your dad and it's 30 past lunch

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