Tyson ft. Trae On The Way Lyrics

Uh huh

Hold on, yeah

What I say?

Okay, I'm slappin', smashin', mobbin' down the street

I put this bitch in cruise and I drive with my knee

Like Vic, How you slide clean on them beats and the words that you say

Bring you paper as you speak

Like shit, no flash for my pic

The way I stay smokin', really smokin' by a zip

Shiiiii

And maybe I'll sip, Patron or the Henny I don't know which one to pick

Pull up real ghost like a Wraith

Could've been in white but that just ain't the case

Tell me how fast I could break down this 8th

Ask me about my wood dance, send you out of fuckin' space

Married to the money cause the money don't cheat

I got two fists, boop, bing, get your ass beat

Boxin' up the stu, I feel like Tyson when I'm mad

Hit him with a right, left up he on his ass

Ugh, Bustdown-OTW

Hold on

Left rollie on his ass shit I'm gone

Turn that boy to E.T. phone home

You got a headache cause you smoke a home grown

Me and Vic got good gas, treat that shit just like cologne

Known bullshit is what I'm on

Look who you talkin' to, you need to watch your tone

I ain't Quavo, I ain't pickin' up the phone

My bro ain't Kurt, but he gettin' past gone

Outta there more then one, ain't nobody like me

Real cold, my shawty sweet we ice tea

I don't really think you wanna fight me

I'm feelin' like Mike Tice with the one, two, three, four

Ion give a fuck, kick it yo door

Raise it up, then we drop it to the floor

Steady with my brother smokin' dro

They talkin' like they do, but they don't really know

They don't know shit about me

Can't see through me, they don't know who I be

Me and Vic, some big dawgs, they some fleas

I had a bracelet on my ankle, now I'm free, fuck you mean

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