Everybody speaking on me, feel like I’m the main topic
It’s Tys and bitch I got my name poppin
We ain’t clicking up with no one, fuck whoever ain’t rockin
I’m sending shots like my name is John Stockton
I been (?) to the neck and I been slidin to the throat
And if you up it better bust it, on my mama we gon blow
I got some shooters in my circle and they down to take a soul
Got one up top up in this Glock and we ain’t playing with no poles
And when you down up in the cell we politicking about these gangs
Stupid dumbass Sur trese nah I’m just kidding go add a K to it
Fuck with the opps gon get you killed them niggas gang goofy
Forty be knocking on suckas like this was bass boosted
Slide through the (?) making these moves getting that bag up
No EDD, but bitch it’s still thumbing running these bands up
Bro just like a ghost, when he want action he gon jam up
You say you send shots to the suckas but still ain’t (?) nothing
Got act with this nina if I send shots I’m finna hit shit
Got 100 on chops if they want war we finna flip shit
Them gators is vicious I call em up and they gon blitz shit
We in a nice (?) let’s fuck it up when we go hit licks
Everybody speaking on me, feel like I’m the main topic
It’s Tys and bitch I got my name poppin
We ain’t clicking up with no one, fuck whoever ain’t rockin
I’m sending shots like my name is John Stockton
I been (?) to the neck and I been slidin to the throat
And if you up it better bust it, on my mama we gon blow
I got some shooters in my circle and they down to take a soul
Got one up top up in this Glock and we ain’t playing with no poles
Yeah We ain’t playin with no poles that’s like playin with yo life
But we still do that everyday when we be sliding through the night
We catch them suckas we gon blow no second thoughts just shoot it right
Yeah we ain’t running from no funk but we fasholly ain’t gon fight
Niggas act hard on the gram but they don’t ever slide for shit
The other one who brother died, yeah he was crying like a bitch
We on (?) but when it’s time yeah we gon go and slide with sticks
Let off 57 watch em run and let em try to hide from this
My mama mad I’m in the streets and that I do this type of shit
I heard them cromags they be jammin we ain’t use those type of sticks
And if a 50/50 chance we ain’t gon do that type of skit, if we gon do it, do it right make sure the cameras don’t see shit
It’s Tys and bitch I got my name poppin
We ain’t clicking up with no one, fuck whoever ain’t rockin
I’m sending shots like my name is John Stockton
I been (?) to the neck and I been slidin to the throat
And if you up it better bust it, on my mama we gon blow
I got some shooters in my circle and they down to take a soul
Got one up top up in this Glock and we ain’t playing with no poles
And when you down up in the cell we politicking about these gangs
Stupid dumbass Sur trese nah I’m just kidding go add a K to it
Fuck with the opps gon get you killed them niggas gang goofy
Forty be knocking on suckas like this was bass boosted
Slide through the (?) making these moves getting that bag up
No EDD, but bitch it’s still thumbing running these bands up
Bro just like a ghost, when he want action he gon jam up
You say you send shots to the suckas but still ain’t (?) nothing
Got act with this nina if I send shots I’m finna hit shit
Got 100 on chops if they want war we finna flip shit
Them gators is vicious I call em up and they gon blitz shit
We in a nice (?) let’s fuck it up when we go hit licks
Everybody speaking on me, feel like I’m the main topic
It’s Tys and bitch I got my name poppin
We ain’t clicking up with no one, fuck whoever ain’t rockin
I’m sending shots like my name is John Stockton
I been (?) to the neck and I been slidin to the throat
And if you up it better bust it, on my mama we gon blow
I got some shooters in my circle and they down to take a soul
Got one up top up in this Glock and we ain’t playing with no poles
Yeah We ain’t playin with no poles that’s like playin with yo life
But we still do that everyday when we be sliding through the night
We catch them suckas we gon blow no second thoughts just shoot it right
Yeah we ain’t running from no funk but we fasholly ain’t gon fight
Niggas act hard on the gram but they don’t ever slide for shit
The other one who brother died, yeah he was crying like a bitch
We on (?) but when it’s time yeah we gon go and slide with sticks
Let off 57 watch em run and let em try to hide from this
My mama mad I’m in the streets and that I do this type of shit
I heard them cromags they be jammin we ain’t use those type of sticks
And if a 50/50 chance we ain’t gon do that type of skit, if we gon do it, do it right make sure the cameras don’t see shit
( Lul Tys )
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