Tekken

Lyrics

[Intro] Zayskillz Wesley Yeah, mhm Kat Lightning made it, ya dig? Yeah [Verse 1: Sgpwes] I keep that blick in my pocket (Huh) I like that ho 'cause she toxic (Huh) I fill my body with toxins (Huh) Bitch, I go up like a rocket Hop in that Tesla, I'm not finna park it I dropped a bag when I walked in the market My bitch is bad, got that bitch off the market I got a A-C-O-G for my target I'm in the Benz, switch it to start it up I pour the drank, I'm finna double up Walk in the party, my niggas, they fuck it up Your bitch, she bad as hell, she finna suck it up Niggas be hiding I swear they be ducking us Fuckin' that ho, you better not kiss her, bruh My choppa hold fifty, my choppa hold hunnid, bruh My hunnids blue, that shit look like a battle bus Huh He tryna fight like it's Tekken She in my phone tryna see who I'm texting She left me alone 'cause I fucked on her best friend I set a bounty, I really wan' test Talk to me wrong, man, you know I'ma end 'em Talk to me wrong and you know I'ma deck 'em She talking crazy, you know I'ma check her Brazy on brazy, I'm not finna bless ya I spent a band on some Vivienne Westwood We finna run that boy out of his house Came from the streets but he had a good childhood Dunking on niggas, they calling me Westbrook I'm back in school, I don't open my textbook I just might finish this song without no hook We finna put that lil boy in a sketchbook Dakotaromani [Verse 2: Slump6s] Yeah, mhm I get the money like yeah, mhm Wanna be me, boy, you can't, mhm She tried to take off her pants, mhm She fuck with me 'cause I'm wealthy I'm sipping lean, man, I know it ain't healthy I got a white ho, think her name Kelly Stick got a flash, man, it look like a selfie, mhm I'm in a G8, I ain't talking 'bout T8 We finna catch his lil ass like it's EA These niggas talking through screens like an e-date Hit him with the scar, I ain't talking 'bout Ceeday She ate my john, I ain't talking 'bout cena I up the stick that gon' change his demeanor Make sure the crib, it add up to a meter I'm getting bands, I rack it like Sarena Racks up in my pants, it's gon' fuck up my pockets You don't got a stick, so that beef, better drop it I'm smoking good tree like I live in the tropics I stay with my clan, I ain't talking 'bout OpTic Get hit with the stick, lil bro, it's not optional I knock off his glasses, gon fuck up his optical Then I fuck his bitch, he like "How is that possible?" My gas is so loud that it ain't even audible Hm, yeah, mhm My brothers stay with that gat, mhm We finna find where you at, mhm 1500 never lack, mhm Bitch, I'ma hat, mhm These niggas talk, man, they chat, mhm Run in this bitch like a track, mhm But let's not get into that, mhm