(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?) (Baby, give me some cash) (COUPE) Skii
Gang, nigga, yeah
Stayed down and now we goin´ up, that´s what they hate to see (They hate to see) I come straight off the head, this rappin´ easy as my A-B-C´s (My A-B-C´s) I´m in the booth and I just rolled an eighth up full of J to Z´s (Phew) Man, I think I´m addicted to that money, I can´t stop chasin´ cheese (Chasin´ cheese) Take his bitch, I kinda feel like God, I had her on her knees (Uh) My brodie outside, think he playin´ COD, he keep it in his jeans (Frrt, fah) I made it out, Luh Tyler beat the odds, he livin´ out his dream (My dream, nigga, yeah) On the rise, I know we on the way, I´m comin´ with my team (With my team, nigga)
Erase him with that lead, extended Dickson, no Ticonderoga That´s a hard pill to swallow, read about the whale and Jonah Tyler got me second hand smoke, I guess that I ain´t sober Something´s fishy, I´ma pop the chop, that bitch from Nova Scotia Florida man, before I saw snow, I cracked an avalanche Colt .45 and two shots like the Afroman I be peepin´ all the opps, pussy, check the CAT scan Fuck your body, my lil´ dog´ll catch a hat, man Water, my bitch bad, she drink matcha tea Ayy, ayy, I´m gettin´ chicken like it´s Jollibee
But I don´t like how people pick and choose a time to rock with me They talked to me like a child, I got rich, now they speak properly, water
Yeah, Salt Lake City, I done brought Utah the jazz (Duh, duh, duh) Double 0, I´m Jordan Clark when it´s time to spaz (Double 0) You ain´t even got connections in the jungle, boy, you bound to lag They say I´m Collin Sexton back in ´Bama, now they hate the jazz (Yeah) I tried to tell my last bitch I barely sleep ´cause I be up trappin´ (Trapland) Third shift, wrappin´ up gifts, sealin´ up, packin´
Yeah, stay focused, you a turtle, pickin´ up trash and (You a turtle) I can remix the whole square and still have ´em matching Yeah, this some shit you never heard and never seen before (Duh, duh, duh) I feel like Leonard Marshall rockin´ seventy, sendin´ thirty more (Thirty) Ayy, we just flew into the 404 (Brr) Wilt Chamberlain, pull up, chains danglin´, bet this shit gon´ float (Yeah)
Ice on me got me freezing, think I need a coat (Ice, ice) Niggas actin´ different for no reason, switched out on them bros (Yeah, on the bros) My dog been gamblin´ with his life like he don´t got no hope (Hope)
Just like the bakery, I run that bread, I get it by the loaf (I get it by the loaf)
I´m out the way, I´m in Atlanta, chillin´ with my twin (With my twin) Yeah, if you hit me on that other line, we could get ´em in (Get ´em in) The kid just woke up, went and blew a bag, and ran it up again (Ran it up again) He ain´t even much our kind, he don´t play to win (He don´t play to win)
It costs to be the boss, I thought outside the box to be the boss They tryna hassle jit´, he kicked ´em off like David Hasselhoff
I got rid of that lil´ fire below so I could start to save a lot I remember skating Weston park, long live Adelkoff I don´t go against the grain, I beat the grain, I´m makin´ mochi Bought a chain, it´s doin´ figure eights, called it Zamboni If it´s beef, we do carpaccio, I do not bologna Pasta in my pocket, .40 cals look like rigatoni