Tramp

It's by Yamaica productions baby And it's the peng, no question Live in the T, detention They couldn't ever tarnish this I hit the my whole strip Got the guysdem benchin' Pack in the pot I'm stretchin' Any kind of drop man's stretchin' They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, recommend my bredrin They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off One up bell in this bot Two ton ting tryna turn man pot Lost in the trap, I'm lost A thousand text for the thousand rock Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets Doin' re- to a thousand prof' Them other niggas spite their 'rex Now E1's tryna fry man's head For the pack and the line invest But that ain't the right success You ain't got a line, you're ments So, how you gon' ride on them? I never had a five in spreads Done put weight on my line and benched Starve when I bought my Q's Me and S went half on twos Bitch, if you ain't took that risk for the bread Then you ain't got a point of view Tell me when you done that shit Bando sleepin', awake to kids I got love for this flick This two ton ting could've left him pissed Chat for Patch and get hit I must trap, mash, invest and then flip We went nuts on this strip Tell my man go serve her this bits Winchester for this stick X banged it so how could it miss? We trap mad, we did glid When niggas weren't out about on this shit We was in the bando plan That's no prospect in the finest form They said they're gonna ride, it's talk Man spray pen like a line and chalk You ain't never seen five you bums Last year, I lost five on drums Bro said we can't fly then rose 'Cause Pocus bando doin' up crumbs Had to mix the ten with bosh Cah I'm really on stretchin' prof' Smoke in the left with Duff Don, are they gonna catch this cough? They wanna assure that love Cah we got the corn on us They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, recommend my bredrin They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off One up bell in this bot Two ton ting tryna turn man pot Lost in the trap, I'm lost A thousand text for the thousand rock Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets Doin' re- to a thousand prof' I went and took a L October December when I made it back Moschino on my back Could've wore Lou' but I wore my Avs Why you gonna lie you tramp? Better go find your dash I went and put a typh' in racks Sleep over with the line and cats I never had a five in spreads My brudda really died, it's ments Never could I reside in friends Grab the Ben-10, put life in them Free TT Wap, that's fling Buss down men on the bussy ting No one ain't help man out on no trench They took my step like a gusty wind Wait, fling, fling this weight Doin' up discus bait Last time, me, D Sav in the ride FY tryna wig man bait I really did rev fourth gear to the max power Never could catch this case Blue lightin' in the rears there I ain't even gonna tap my breaks And, how the fuck we lost bands and Patch? I was with my little bros front linin' I was really tryna see P shinin' All the grindin' done fuck up the timin' No toleration, just ridin' Hoover stick ain't nuttin' like Dyson TT don't know 'bout hypin' Headshot, earshot, do him like Tyson Had to mix the ten with bosh Cah I'm really on stretchin' prof' Smoke in the left with Duff Don, are they gonna catch this cough? They wanna assure that love Cah we got the corn on us They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, recommend my bredrin They couldn't ever say man's weak But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off One up bell in this bot Two ton ting tryna turn man pot Lost in the trap, I'm lost A thousand text for the thousand rock Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets Doin' re- to a thousand prof'