T.D

Whoa (ayy, skeet) Ay (go off), ay (go head) I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn I'm in this bitch like, ayy (damn, whoa nigga) I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat) I'm in this bitch like, ayy I'm in his bitch like ayy (His bitch, ayy, uh) I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in Ridin' around town and I'm downtown Big boy gat, I don't back down Take a bitch, yeah, I got a sack now Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (Fuck) Whoa (ayy, skeet) Ay (go off), ay (go head) I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn I'm in this bitch like, ayy (damn, ooh) I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat) I'm in this bitch like, ayy (go off) I'm in his bitch like ayy (uh) (I'm in his bitch) Back to the bando I Tokyo Drift like the sample When shit wasn't sweet and so simple When it was just churches and candles We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah) No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah) We learned how to pedal, no handles Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled Right front of the Santos (uh) Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps I run it like laps, they runnin' in last I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past They all from my path and part on my back She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf Mines came with a name, hers came with some change We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh) Back up in that bitch skatin' (skatin') My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling) Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh) Make-up, don't make me wait too long (yeah) Whippin' rates to that Grey Poupon I play you food for all My bitch watch VH1, first sixty days, RuPaul She been around Tyler way too long Um, It's young T and he be that boy I talk death, but I don't like guns I talk love, but I don't got none They talk charts, but they don't got one You got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour Niggas came second to me, they so sour Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em And still came out on top, now that's power (uh) Fuck they respect, I won't miss a step, I won't intercept The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy Neck lookin' like a thot in labor But it's goin' up like it's an escalator Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor Yachty here and him from Decatur Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga I'm ample, huh When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato Y'all small fries for example, nigga, um Don't run with the ride-a-long Nigga, I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed, they gassin' you up I went to your show and took little nap (trash) That's why we not in the same bracket of tax I'm that nigga, bitch I did it all with the passion, I'm a God in this fashion Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in my jacket (ugh) Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick Heard the bitch was talkin' shit, so I caught him in traffic I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress (Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh I'm good, you could take it all away (yeah) I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God) I'm in Philly and we all fly (huh) If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by (yee) On your new picture, we archive (uh) If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed Had to slap a bitch, she chose the wrong side (ooh) Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, shouldn't of chose the wrong side Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back Big Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps These hoes can't rap, they need a permanent pack I ain't fuckin' with you boys, need the cervical cap Okay, I'm bored, okay, I'm tired Sleepy Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (else) Lookin' so good, I might ride myself (self) Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth) Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee) Twenty-two, I might go fuck a MILF (MILF) My twin sisters both white as milk (milk) Maybach, inside came soft as silk (silk) Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man Lookin' for a fly nigga, I'm what you type in (go) Been counted out since I could count (yes) Got a public and a private account (yes) For my bank and not my Insta', bitch