Gang, ayy, man
Luh Tyler, man
I'm finna, I'm finna just talk some shit real quick, man
Skee
Skee, skee
Yeah, man, ayy
Yeah, man, this that Law and Order part 2, nigga
Yeah
Gang, ayy
Yeah
I don't need a bitch, the Benjamins the only thing I need
I just come up off the head, no, I don't write, don't gotta read
I'm with your bitch, we at the Waffle House, yeah, we on Tennessee
No, I don't trap but some of my niggas out here servin' ten a G
You'd think a nigga Freddy Kreuger, I be in your bitch dreams
I'm tryna run that money up, I'm tryna see some big things
This ho keep blowin' up my phone, but I just let that bitch ring
I'm tryna stack this money seven feet tall, Yao Ming
I'm tryna get straight to thе bread, keep on runnin' up that change
They likе, "Who is that? He snappin'," ask your bitch, she know my name
She know I'm only chasin' money, nigga, I ain't chasin' fame
Yeah, I just took a trip to cloud nine, yeah, I'm with Mary Jane
Nigga, I been out the way, yeah I been in the studio
I don't know if I want Jayda Wayda or a Rubi Rose
I think this bitch different, she ain't nothin' like them other hoes
Brown skin, she bad as fuck, I told that bitch to strike a pose
I'm in Tallahassee, FSU, I'm with the Seminoles
Man, these jits be hatin' on me, swear that shit be gettin' old
Florida jit, don't want no diamonds, you know I just want the golds
If you rockin', then I'm rollin', nigga, I can't break the code
No, I can't break the code, but I can take your bitch and break her spine
This a classy ho, this bitch got me outside drinkin' wine
I'm with Mary Jane, I'm in the trees, I'm swingin' through the vine
Nigga, feelin' just like Tony Hawk, I'm steady on the grind
She like, "Damn, Tyler got the sauce, that nigga got the juice"
I don't like a ratchet ho, I like a bitch that keep it cute
I be steady paper chasin', out here gettin' to the loot
You'd think that boy was in a jet, the way he snatch off in that coupe
I'm in the coupe with Mary Jane, I'm headed straight to outer space
You won't catch me in the mix, oh no, Luh Tyler out the way
Boy, you need to watch your bitch, I see your ho be on my page
I'm just tryna get a buck, a nigga feel like Tampa Bay
This a bad skinny chick, this ho look just like Coi Leray
I'm tryna run this money up so I can pull up in a Wraith
Man, these niggas tryna catch my drift, they tryna ride my wave
I won't buy a bitch a ring, but she can get some Chick-Fil-A
I won't buy a bitch a ring, but she can get a 4 for 4
I ain't focused on a bitch, you know I'm focused on the dough
I can't wait to rock the stage, no, I can't wait to kick the door
Damn, Luh Tyler, you be snappin' back-to-back, I'm in that mode
They like, "Damn, this nigga snappin', man, this nigga goin' crazy"
I'm tryna pull up in that big body Benz, yeah, that Mercedes
See Luh Tyler on the scene, boy, you better hide your lady
I had slide up on a nigga bitch quick, just like some gravy
I told your bitch that I'm a dawg, nigga, I ain't talkin' Scooby
I'm finna crank up on the beat, oh yeah, a nigga feelin' groovy
This bitch got an attitude, this ho be always actin' moody
No, this ain't no Jayda Wayda, this right here big booty Judy (gang)
Ayy, boy you know I had to get on this bitch
Nigga ran this, slaps
Look
I ain't fuckin' with lil' mama 'cause that bitch done been a groupie
Wanna fuck the gang, I told her come and shoot a movie
Bro say she a freaky ho, gon' put that dick all in her face
Had to tell her chill, I got too many hoes, don't call me bae
My niggas locked up doin' time, so I been stayin' out the way
I don't wanna talk, gon' do 'em nasty, bitch, I love to spray
You ain't no gangsta, take your ass to church, lil' bruh, you better pray
You bend that corner and see jit, you better turn the other way
Don't come here playin' 'cause we got chops and they'll send you outer space
He had a pole but ain't bust back, he shoulda did, that boy a play
I got this groupie cougar bitch, she still on section eight
I'm the same age as her daughter, but I'm fuckin' every day
I keep that pistol, plus I'm high, you think I care 'bout what you say?
Catch a opp and run down on him, do him nasty with the K
These niggas pussy and they hoes, so tell 'em stay from 'round my way
Catch him loafin', I'm gon' blow, gon' send them bitches through his face
Them 308s gon' rip his spine
Burn him up, we slangin' iron
Niggas hoes and they ain't out the door, so tell 'em pop outside
My uncle told me, "Don't be lackin', boy, you better keep your iron"
That's on the guys
Dumbass nigga
