Tyson Flow

Lyrics

[Verse] Fucking your bitch Fuck the bitch then kick her out, I don't lay up And she was easy, she sum' like a layup I be off so many drugs, I can't stay up And I've been gangbanging all of my life Bitch I'm 2-4-14 you know we throw the trey up She suck my dick then I cum on her lip It's all over her face like the shit was some makeup I'm a big homie, I'm getting a bag You a lil' nigga, fuck boy get your weight up You owe me money? We up on your ass Kidnap his kids if a nigga don't pay up She fuck with me 'cause she know I'm the best And you asleep, so I guess it's the wake up Shells hit his body, he won't havе a chest Pussy boy now you could fit in a A-cup Hollow tip put a fuck nigga to rest TEC kill a son, got his mama deprеssed Don't count my losses, I know that I'm blessed If you a stain, then you getting finessed You wanna fight 'cause she sent me a text Yeah that's your bitch, but my name on her breast Only want top, I don't care for the sex Kicked that bitch out, she was being a pest Drum hold a hunnid, I don't gotta reload Killing the game, they think I got a cheat code All of my jewelry add up to a kilo My bitches coming in threes like the Migos Just spent a check when I walked in Moschino Bitch told me I was the realest that she know All of this money be boosting my ego Just made a 50, keep that on the d-low Shells hit him up, now he panicking, aye Leave his ass stiff like a mannequin, aye I shoot for fun like I'm practicing Bought a new MAC with a scope, it's so accurate, aye Throwing up signs like a activist, aye I'm moving slow off the Actavis, aye I face the blunt, I'm not passing it Told the lil' bitch give me top, I'm not smashing it, aye Lot of these niggas can't fuck with me now Hottest young nigga out, that ain't up for debate All of my niggas tell me 'bout they problems I been through some shit, they know I can relate Man I'm so real, I think it's in my blood 'Cause these niggas too fake and they smile in your face Playing both sides what I won't tolerate It's two things that I hate is a rat and a snake I get a bag and I'm skipping a state Drink so much lean I just sip it away Fuck a 'lil bitch then I dip in the wraith Four nickel blow, you ain't getting away All you new niggas is getting in the way Got a few hitters that live in the A You make a month what I spend in a day Go finish working your minimum wage No I don't listen to rappers they trash Niggas is bitches, they acting like fags TEC hold a hunnid, don't aim, I just blast How long you think you fuck niggas gone last? They can't keep up while we moving too fast He coming wrong, he get left in the past I want a hunnid to put in the stash Nina Ross turn a fuck nigga to ash Ain't talm bout money, the fuck is you talking 'bout? Dead in the streets, let the police come chalk 'em out 12 they behind us, them 30's I'm tossing out I used to have a whole crate at my mama house Know them racks on me every time I be popping out If it's some static, have bro bring them choppas out No we don't shoot out the window, we hopping out Call my gun Tyson the way that it knock him out