Tiny Intro

I can't take it likely if it's fucking with my psyche
Highlight on Breitling
It shine like a high-beam
Mobby ducked off, it's survivor on an island
Who is Tiny Jag? Open book, crack the binding

All my niggas stay inside when it lightening
Swear to god I'm flattered when I catch a bitch biting
She loves looking frightening
She thinks it's exciting
I got niggas doing the existence in the blocky
Every time I try to give a pass, you hoes try me
Beer batter and fry me
Ya'll think we ain't grimey
Ya'll think we won't lay a bitch down with the thigh meat
Beat her 'yas bitch' quick-weave into the concrete
I'm not really fucking with that feature, 'cause it's not heat
I don't know nothing, swear to Bob and I'm silent
Itty bitty piggy your Barbies ain't fucking with me
They just see me in an orange and blueberry painted 10 speed
Selling Kool-Aid in a plastic bag out the elementary
Tossing niggas Frisbees
Like my name Mackenzie
Like my momma got a brand new G series Benzy
And I'm dropping 'bout a rack in the D when it's windy

I can't take it likely if it's fucking with my psyche
Highlight on Breitling
It shine like a high-beam
Mobby ducked off, it's survivor on an island
Who is Tiny Jag? Open book, crack the binding



Credits
Writer(s): Jillian Graham, Tiny Jag
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