Like I'm Tony

(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)

Aye it's tilly, yo
This one for all these ni**as I know that's gone come back around once a ni**a blow
Fuck y'all, let's rock

Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw)
Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self)
I done earned my stripes, I'm a tiger, I'm a ref (stripe me ni**a)
Don't think you a trophy, boy I leave you on the shelf

Tilly come straight outta Texas, I'm reckless
Rope chain like a noose on my neck, on my necklace
Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris
Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris (I don't fit in with y'all)

15s in the trunk and they got the block hectic
I need me them Franklins and you gone respect it
I'm cooking n putting in work like I'm Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest

I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but these ni**as phony (bitch)
On top, you bitch ni**as below me (bitch)
I call up yo girl she gone blow me (she sucky, she sucky)
She telling me she miss the old me (she do)
Then I go and fuck on her homie (I do)
And now she act like she don't know me (she do)

I'm so official, cleaner than a whistle
Tilly be sweeping yo team with them bristles
Sweeping these teams like how Gregg Popovich do
World War II flow, yeah my lyrics are missiles

I got on my futures (I got em on)
Y'all ni**as know I'm the future (y'all know I am)
I cut off my dreads, I gotta temp fade
Now it ain't no more young medusa (versace)

My look is Stone Cold (bitch)
Check out the flame, I'm a stunna (flame)
Whipping that H, I ain't talking no hummer
But I kill the game like a hunter (I'm hurting you ni**as)

I'm hot as the summer, but cold as the winter, and swear Tilly ain't no beginner
If I pick this pen up, my lyrics will end you, and flush yo career
Now you down in the sewer, no master splinter

Roll up ninja turtle in my Java Dutch
Grind 'til I got it then that's not enough (it's not)
This bread in my pocket like weed in my system
And I'm high as fuck like what's up Captain Kirk (I'm burning them trees)

My girlfriend so down for the cause, gotta strap on my hip, gotta strap in her purse
Naw we ain't crazy, but if they start busting, Mr and Mrs smith, we go berserk

Bust it 3x like its beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice
Get us some lime and some bleach, just to clean up the scene
And make sure they don't see the proof (Fuck 12, they ain't catching me)
Then cop us a foreign, to chop off the top, and pull off
Be like naw we don't need a roof (we don't need it)
I know she the 1, so if that mean she Steph, guess that mean I'm Klay
I'll be the 2 (and I'm shooting too)

For the real ones that know that Tilly be that guy
Roll up the pack and put it in the sky
Make sure your eyes look like a DUI

Your cologne is the kush, and your flame on 1000 (flame)

Remember them ni**as, they was steady doubting (they was)
Told em to check me out and they was clowning (ha ha ha ha)
Bet when them ni**as see me and I'm shining
They ask me for autographs and Ima sign em

And tell em y'all

Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw)
Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self)
I done earned my stripes, I'm a tiger, I'm a ref (stripe me ni**a)
Don't think you a trophy, boy I leave you on the shelf

Tilly come straight outta Texas, I'm reckless
Rope chain like a noose on my neck, on my necklace
Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris
Pull up to yo block, I don't fit in like Tetris (I don't fit in with y'all)

15s in the trunk and they got the block hectic
I need me them Franklins and you gone respect it
I'm cooking n putting in work like I'm Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest

I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but these ni**as phony (bitch)
On top, you bitch ni**as below me (bitch)
I call up yo girl she gone blow me (she sucky, she sucky)
She telling me she miss the old me (she do)
Then I go and fuck on her homie (I do)
And now she act like she don't know me (she do)

Its Xero, I'm back on the beat, know my lyrics be packing that heat (they packing, they packing)
And if he come backwards at me, then the bang from my strap on repeat
Y'all know that I'm back on my shit, like the retros that be back on my feet (they fresh)
Shawty told me that she so glad to meet me in person, that she throwing that ass at me

And I'm looking like whoa there (whoa)
She be at my shows like promoters (she do)
She ride the dick, she gotta motor (ha ha ha ha)
She up and down like roller coasters (she ride it, she ride it)

I heard these ni**as love how my name taste
But I promise they don't wanna go there (I promise they don't)
I cock my 9, I call it that Tony Parker, when it hit you, feeling like his floater

It's leaving you wet
That's what happens when, with me, you in debt
When you get paid, you pay me my respects
Or seeing me like a fresh chain, how I'm putting this heat to yo neck, no need for your vest

They bitching, complaining like they PMS
And i'm saying me, but my team leave you blessed
Relieving your stress, they go BOW, now in pieces you rest

(Rest in peace lil ni**a)