Tony Tony

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gray] Johnny Caravaggio Oh, ayy, hah, hah, ayy Huh, huh, huh, ayy Oh, ayy (Ayy, Terk) Oh, ayy (Sparkheem) [Chorus: Lil Gray] Jump up on the beat, now I'm screaming at my demons I fuck with KEY!, I gave 'em hell, now niggas tryna be me My niggas sure they sweet, I pull up on they street and sweep it I got that Reaper on me, huh, I got two liters on me Chop sing like Tony Tony, uh, here come the plug, really only I grant one wish, huh Bitch, my drugs bring bliss, huh Bitch, I'm with my niggas Never mind, I meant my hitters Your bitch, she grippin' up on my zipper I can't stop, pour the feelings out of my pistol [Verse 1: Lil Xelly] My niggas gon' line you up, dismissal Feel like a ref, I'm too official Off a school bus, feel like Ms. Frizzle I need my bustdown filled with crystals When I was in school, it was early dismissal Yeah, I got the rock, but I'm not finna dribble I know plug, bitch, I'm not in the middle Straight shots like he came from the spittle Two holes in his face like I gave him some dimples Big dawg, I just put in the kennel Big body, boy this shit ain't no rental Put a four-five, nigga, right to his dental Uh, you want some money, it's simple Red dot on his face like a pimple If you cross the gang, stomp him out in his temple Got a lane, I swerve, then I'm on Jimmy Kimmel [Verse 2: Lil Gray] Meditate, I'm feeling like Gandhi Featherweight lil' nigga, you know you can't harm me I left the scene with ballistics Aim with the beam and then do him sadistic Fry him, shit, turn him to fishstick Bad bitch Amazon, her on my wishlist I'm 'bout to blow, you don't want to miss this Bowflex on you niggas, then tell 'em it's fitness [Chorus: Lil Gray] Jump up on the beat, now I'm screaming at my demons I fuck with KEY!, I gave 'em hell, now niggas tryna be me My niggas sure they sweet, I pull up on they street and sweep it I got that Reaper on me, huh, I got two liters on me Chop sing like Tony Tony, uh, here come the plug, really only I grant one wish, huh Bitch, my drugs bring bliss, huh Bitch, I'm with my niggas Never mind, I meant my hitters Your bitch, she grippin' up on my zipper I can't stop, pour the feelings out of my pistol [Outro] Johnny Caravaggio Ayy, Terk Sparkheem