Tennis Lyrics

Mmm

Yeah

Uhh

Shhh(Woahh)

Yeah

I got them racks i ain't talking about tennis!

Speaking of racks i go splurge off at neimans

I'll get you touched don't you know I'm a menace

Dreaming of hellcats while facing these demons

Pour four I'm leaning

This drank got me scheming

These drugs got me feigning

Might crash out like Whitney

Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it

He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted

I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket

I got a vibe and she all bout her business

She loving the bling on my pendent she licked it

Think we play soccer the way that we kick it

Cash look like coins by the way that i flip it

Hit bro in cali he told me he shipped it

I'm stacking the benjis and splurging the fifties

I got me a fit just to match my new blickey

Remember i lost it

Ain't nobody was there almost tossed it

I done got something going from nothing

I bossed up on the hoes who was stunting

They be all in her ear say we fucking

Bae I don't even know them you bugging

Before the lean we poured up robitussin

If a nigga try me then i'm bussing!

Uh!

Get on the beat just like forest and run it

Speak guapanese otherwise I won't listen

I peep the ones who show love from a distance

Peep how i how my smile because my diamond be glistening

I got talent in me, i know niggas envy, I'm not letting up till I complete the mission

She loving the vibes she say that it's giving

I fuck that bitch made that bitch started pissing(Yeah)

I met some twins in the club they was kissing

Alexander mcqueens i be stepping and dripping

Money so blue got them thinking im cripping

Sprite looking red this ain't liquor I'm sipping

Know Im the one not the third or the second

They ain't heard me cause they sleeping i reckon

Can't go to sleep unless I'm getting a check in

I keep my heat know I'm holding my weapon

Feeling like zeke i be scoring a seven

Bussing a play at a seven-eleven

I went through hell i was thinking bout heaven

Innocent face but lowkey she the devil

Resources to money you know i got several

I got me a Rolex and iced out the bezel

I get in my thoughts, i be thinking about bethel

Like damn that's my nigga he really was special

You knew me in high school

I done been through some shit should've died too

No I'm not the one you should lie to

If you stand on your money you five' two

If I stand on my money im six' six

Just like uzi my bitches be slim thick

Bad and boujee they all want to lick dick

Took yo hoe to the my crib call it pick six

I got them racks i ain't talking bout tennis

Speaking of racks i go splurge off at neimans

I'll get you touched don't you know I'm a menace

Dreaming of hellcats while facing these demons

Pour four I'm leaning

This drank got me scheming

These drugs got me feigning

Might crash out like Whitney

Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it

He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted

I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket

I got a vibe and she all about her business

She loving the bling on my pendent she licked it

Think we play soccer the way that we kick it

Cash look like coins by the way that i flip it

Hit bro in cali he told me he shipped it

Im stacking the benjis and splurging the fifties

I got me a fit just to match my new blickey

Uh uhhhh

Yeah

Uh uhhhh

Yeah

Uh uhhhh

Yeah

Uh uhhhh