Tadoe Tuesday

Lyrics

[Intro] You know how I'm rocking, bitch Tadoe the lil boss the savage, man, young living legend, man You know how I'm rocking like cut-off stocking, man Keep kush in my pocket Fuck any fuck niggas, man They better duck, if I miss it's they luck, bang Fuck niggas laughing, ain't shit funny, nigga, man Niggas better duck, man, if I miss it's your luck, fuck nigga You know how I'm rocking, bitch Squad, Glo Gang, bitch Turn up, squad Skrrt [Verse] Niggas see me riding, boy, that's M6 (Skrrt) Boy, I got a 30, boy, I'm with the shits (Bang) And if I miss, bitch, boy, that's your luck (Your luck, nigga) I got a fucking chopper, niggas better duck (Better duck, nigga, bang) Niggas going crazy, make these niggas hate me (Go crazy) And if you want to see me, then fucking pay me (Where that cash, nigga) I be freestyling, going crazy, wilding (Freestyling, nigga) I just got in the booth, high as hell (High as fuck) And if I kill yo mans, man, you better not tell (You better not tell) 'Cause if I heard you snitched, you catching shells as well (Bang, bang) Two Glocks in my hand, I'ma fucking nail (Bang, bang) I got a Australian (Woo, woo, woo), yo bitch she staring (She smiling) She sending bands 'cause I be the fucking man (Ftftft, beep) And if you need a verse, call Peeda Pan Rio got them racks, doing the money dance (Let's get it) I be in the cut fucking shit up (Squad) And if you tweak with me, you get hit up (Bang, bang) Smoke your bitch ass like a Swisher (Like a Swisher, bitch) Bitch, I'm Glo Gang, I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga, bitch) I be in the club with my niggas (With my niggas, bitch) These niggas ain't got cash, I got big guns (Where your cash at?) I be in the club popping straight bottles (Popping shit) I be getting top from a hot model (A hot bitch) And if you play games, you get hot hollows (Hot shit) Catch you at a stop sign, won't stop firing (Bang, bang) You say you with the shits, nigga, stop lying (Stop lying, nigga) You know I'm with the shits, nigga, chops, nines (Chops, nines) And we blow these guns, I am not lying (Bang, bang) If you sneak diss, then shots flying (Bang) Put you on the floor, bitch, you know I blow (I'ma blow, nigga) I be selling blow, used to move the coke (Still trapping, nigga) Used to be at the fucking corner store (Trapping, nigga) Now I'm making twenty bands off a show (I'm stacking, nigga) I be with the shits, boy, I'm still trapping (I'm still trapping) I be toting jocks, nigga, it ain't no lacking (Ain't no lacking) And if you want war, then it's fucking cracking (It's cracking, nigga) I'll make you disappear like some magic (Poof) Boy, I'ma fucking savage Pull up out the sunroof (Skrrt) and let your bitch ass have it (Skrrt, skrrt) Bang [Outro] We ain't fucking 'round with the fuck arounds Freestyling shit, Tadoe Tuesday, bitch, turn up, squad